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02-03-2013, 03:42 PM
JLC
If memph bleek was a neurologist, Could he get ya Mind Right???
you'd buy a Citrus aurantifolia bulb just to hoG the LimeLight
Find Psych, not after i treat him like Eminem's Tour buS
Plus 90 degree burns left his body as a sore Puss
Now his charbroiled frame has revoked stout featureS
Bet he mistook a high priest for a smoked out Preacher
A Cat doesn't have his tongue, i ripped out his FrenuluM
you're no Stahhr...so stop asking to be in the Continuum!!!
shall i continuE...ummm...i'm fed up having to bash gayS
so i rolled psych in an optimo and made his urn an ash tray
ya skeleton's concave, the Wu made music w/ ya "hollow BoneS"
ya too indolent to roLL w/ Me, so why don't ya wallow home!!!
i strapped Black Thought in my modeM, now j's Got "hardware"
ya thought Beetle Bailey had an elytron but it's no Shard There
i'd tie up ya rectum just to see how long ya bladder lasts
Ya ma jabbers fast until she's flabbergast at ya shattered ass
Psych grew up in a circus brotheL wondering why I clown HoeS
i should rub ya face in a pile of shit as much as U brown NoSe
Down foeS w/ shot's of whiskeY, J doesn't neeD Live ammo
and James Gandolfini singing opera isn't Jive Soprano
if verses are considered metrical, then ya rhyme's catalexis
While ya brain schism's, i reign Prism's...my mind's a Data NexuS
ya polly lame while J's sharper than an echidna's body frame
psych attaches toilets to railroad tracks to build potty train's
my mecca-nisms have islamics raising suspicion of Allah's doubt
after I Smacked Pacewon to figure out what the Rah-Rah's about
Think i give fuck if you consider it a priviledge to knoW me
U don't have a joB...
weLL.....Kid Rock's looking for a midget to replace Joe C
that's almost as fucked up as smoking a laced Dime
heard ya put on running shoeS just to chase time
i still wonder why should i waste lines
when i could cave in your chest tiLL it becomeS your WaistLine
but i'd rather dance on axon's and dendrites to Get on your Nerves
you call that food for thought, braH...it's more like hors 'douerves
j seperated brian's shoulder for the purpose to anger Griese's
Psych's Big Pun's next album title....an endangered SpecieS
Psychlone
I should cut J open and lace his wounds with salt
Instead of seeking the horizon where loomed default
Sorry for the default man
Peace J.
If memph bleek was a neurologist, Could he get ya Mind Right???
you'd buy a Citrus aurantifolia bulb just to hoG the LimeLight
Find Psych, not after i treat him like Eminem's Tour buS
Plus 90 degree burns left his body as a sore Puss
Now his charbroiled frame has revoked stout featureS
Bet he mistook a high priest for a smoked out Preacher
A Cat doesn't have his tongue, i ripped out his FrenuluM
you're no Stahhr...so stop asking to be in the Continuum!!!
shall i continuE...ummm...i'm fed up having to bash gayS
so i rolled psych in an optimo and made his urn an ash tray
ya skeleton's concave, the Wu made music w/ ya "hollow BoneS"
ya too indolent to roLL w/ Me, so why don't ya wallow home!!!
i strapped Black Thought in my modeM, now j's Got "hardware"
ya thought Beetle Bailey had an elytron but it's no Shard There
i'd tie up ya rectum just to see how long ya bladder lasts
Ya ma jabbers fast until she's flabbergast at ya shattered ass
Psych grew up in a circus brotheL wondering why I clown HoeS
i should rub ya face in a pile of shit as much as U brown NoSe
Down foeS w/ shot's of whiskeY, J doesn't neeD Live ammo
and James Gandolfini singing opera isn't Jive Soprano
if verses are considered metrical, then ya rhyme's catalexis
While ya brain schism's, i reign Prism's...my mind's a Data NexuS
ya polly lame while J's sharper than an echidna's body frame
psych attaches toilets to railroad tracks to build potty train's
my mecca-nisms have islamics raising suspicion of Allah's doubt
after I Smacked Pacewon to figure out what the Rah-Rah's about
Think i give fuck if you consider it a priviledge to knoW me
U don't have a joB...
weLL.....Kid Rock's looking for a midget to replace Joe C
that's almost as fucked up as smoking a laced Dime
heard ya put on running shoeS just to chase time
i still wonder why should i waste lines
when i could cave in your chest tiLL it becomeS your WaistLine
but i'd rather dance on axon's and dendrites to Get on your Nerves
you call that food for thought, braH...it's more like hors 'douerves
j seperated brian's shoulder for the purpose to anger Griese's
Psych's Big Pun's next album title....an endangered SpecieS
Psychlone
I should cut J open and lace his wounds with salt
Instead of seeking the horizon where loomed default
Sorry for the default man
Peace J.