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My rhymes like crack to music fiends/so dope they ship my mixtapes in coffe beans/ mc's bring m offerings/ and if they dont i eat em up spit em out like hella mean/ some of these rappers are how i get the best protein/ yall lookin so lean/ lyrics show you im in charge/ you arrested on the mic/ couldnt even get out barz/ if we spittin like we hard/ im rakim you el'debarge/ and hem a m/f up so quick he think sweet black pussy/ mc's be on my jock like they bitches and im the coach/ but couldnt handle misfit/ like half a blunt was the roach/ im in aa class of my own like im retarted/ when i spit i clear a room of mc's like someone farted/ you a casualty to your team and couldnt stop me with a road block/ im the m/f got damned shit and your not/ rock so many spots you think i had a mohawk/ life is a freak i be like fuck that bitch with 4 cocks/
You couldnt see me like i sell you a zip for 3 twun/ fuck so many hoes i piss on mc's/ use the bathroom to cum/ yall cats patite/ with a napkin and your lap whle you spittin/ im cold/ could pull a bitch in the ladies room while im shittin/ yall dudes aint like me/ like you sit down when you pissin/ my shit is crack make you jack a tape deck to listen/ cuz when it comes to music you get no play/ i dont call it freestyle/ i call it no pay/ while im 150 you 35 on the freeway/ stay in your lane/ dont give an mc no leeway/ yall be at the club/ bumpin my shit cuz i killed th dj/ dont trust nobody cuz my shit is dope and they like dea/ had to burn my verses mc's dig in my trash/ my shit is hot when eye drop it like a throw away strap/tileyedrop burn an mc like whiskey in a flask/ i cookie monster these m/f's who soft batch/ i call em kid cuz when im spittin they dont talk back/ and if they do i bust they chops till they act like michael jackson and walk back
I puff on l's so i stay lifted like cars or brand new tape decks/ gifted when spittin i create worlds like hollow decks/ in new creased dickies i drink mickeys and make bitches swallow dick/ doctors dont know whats wrong with me but still say im sick/ misfit lectur/ cuz i eat up mc's/ couldnt be fresh/ with a box of baking soda in they ass or air in they chest/ i do it better like the d.o.c/ only want the money/ so if you fuck with me i'll make you disappear faster then your d.a.d when you was born/ i dont tkae shit like constapation/ piss on your jordans just to say sorry for shittin on your mic/ now watch me fornicate with your hoe/ you made a housewife/ aint sorry for the way i am/ thats tileyedrop life/ on top of the food chain i feast on my prey/ but aint got enough competition thats why im skinny/ big dog you mini you couldnt handle the rock/ thats why they kick you off the court and kick your ass on the block/ walk in my shoes/ youbg blood you couldnt wear my socks/ i have you sweatin me like 9/11 did with stock.
Sept 28, 1979 a star is born/ after several failed attempts of suicide by embillical/ the doctor spanked my ass so i cut him with a scalpel/ walked right past my momma to the biggest breasts and got a mouthful/ did not have a home/ it was just a broken household/ did not play no sports/ it was just endo in my zone/ and as a child i never had no forts just hide outs/ some gully ass kids/ snatch all your shit and still dont ride out/ didnt care about cool/ my clothes never backwards or inside out/ pocket full of money/ thick bitch with her thighs out/ kept my shit poppin/ had all them cats jockin my style/ gettin p's for 17 like wow/ and still hittin up fiends for everything they could scheme/ fuck a white picket fence/ moneys americas dream/ i hear screams like im michael or janet/ damnit im never satistfied....I guess its why im still alive/ and still i rise/ m'f's look me dead in the eyes and tell lies/ never trusted a bitch/ thats why they call it wives tales/ only salvaged my life/ by balancing get right and drug sales/ stackin my mail has always been dangerous/ but my people aint afraid to die/ so not to us/ in god we trust is only common on a buck/ before i rolled some deez id rather know chuck/ and blow trees with people who hold cheese/ and aint afraid to spread it on some needs/ if i cleansed all my sin/ id have to unfold countless dedds/ and if i made a mil would i use it for good or just for me/ lately im in a constant panick attack but act calmly/ dont let yall effect my attitude egos cant harm me/ and keep something for one man or whole armies/ see if something scars me draw power from my spirit/ usually express it through lyrics/ i stay inside but never hide im more like mr hyde eyes wide/ but lookin like slants because im high/ always searchin the sky never ask why.....Always checkin my fade/ yall say peripheral/ eyes inside the back of my head lookin for heroes/ make one move and the of the day will be zero/ i keep cats comin up short like they girlfriends/ no hair off my nutz/ the world spins/ you heart broken because i solved birth control/ you can see it on your girls grin/ bankroll like that mill wind/ face trouble with a cock to the ceiling/ people who aint got shit is always all in/ no need to question/ i only run my lips when i spits/ no confessions/ misfit im wit herbal or verbal sessions/ holla if you ever felt my essence/ i know i make the coldest bitch show affection/got to much talent for no direction/ the industry forgot to close the door and so i let myself in/ deal with a heathin only reason for being is an mc/ i gave up myself so i could find me/ tileyedrop right behind me/ so even on my darkest day you cant outshine me
I stack more rhymes in one week then kanye do in a whole summer of beats/ microphone whip mc's/ collect fees and feed off the strong/ the weak i steady long/ a bitter sweet relation/ my actions spell check with no education/ the stage you facin/ now holds one of gods greatest creations alive in hip hop/ i flip talk and get guap/ head bigger than donald trumps wrist watch/ and you could line dance or crip walk/ bottom line is if you cross me ima kick yo ass/ these cats think they hard just cuz they clothes and get hot/ i smack you in a suit/ right in the chops/ then point a strap at you and shoot in flip flops/ let you hear my demo/ take it back just to see you pookied out like chris rock/
So now i got a name but still aint got no money/ funny my whole lifes been fortified from people takin from me/ the same cats who be hard/ i seen em softer then gummies/ cuz they was dummies frontin life like a pregnancy when kicked in the tummy/ my thoughts are sick/ like one lick from the clit of a playboy bunny/ situations are like pussy dont fuck with it if it smell funny/ facin my life try to make sure always got bail money/ erasin my life there aint no past only future for me/ alcoholic only still got friends from back in childhood/ no press kit they pressed it cuz my styles good/ whether i be fuckin with producers or just jackin beats/ i be ahead of your time like practice for a track meat/ i dont even tell folk i rap/ i let the track speak/ before you mike tyson punch out and try to mac me/ im like credit cuz i max out and let you pass me/ the perfect equation of class and nasty
Bitch please/ you aint got to tall me where your going/ just leave/ quit tuggin on my sleave/ lookin at me funny/ i aint never gonna tell you where i spent the money/ dont ask me/questions fly past me/ stressin me on front of my homies and gettin nasty/ dont ask me what i just spoke last week/ and dont get mad when i slap your ass cheek/ how can i tell if your happy when your always nagging/got me in the mall with your feet draggin/ talkin bout our business all loud/ hursh ya mouth im bout to stand outside and smoke til you come out/ drop your ass off and bounce/ an ounce used to last a while but got me smokin a m/f pile/actin wild/ talk to me because your attitudes foul/ not my style/ id rather chill the fuck out/ so tell me later because im busy smokin weed/ playin the station right now/ so beleive you shout til you wear yourself out and leave/ i aint gonna get up and stop you this time you do what you please/ now at least until i want pussy/ i will have peace Pimp My Profile
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