I ain't hear from you son
That's how I know you beat
drive my carriage to the door
let me in so i can reap
you a rapper now son
but where all the wings and the wangs
you chop it up like lettuce
while I bust my ass like mcrouter
i didn't know i had it in me
to bust a rhyme back and forth
but i just got some cojonos
and a thank you letter, just once
break your thumbs playing xbox live
wait a minute sailor
nine lives is passing you by
ain't that a shame when you don't know what to do
make this banter into ruins, i don't think your balls can do it
settle down and make a family
i'll visit for christmas and introduce you to my show
whats that you ask
just a simple show
all about the rap and the flim and flam
no more kickin back beers, this shits for real
my eyes cross heavily
i can see the future now
beer gut with homies
busting out the pizza truck
no pepperoni, no sausage, no salami for me
i find the rap virtue, in my non-eating extreme
so i know the first one rhymes, hell im the seventh son
tell me what you doing
lemme see it for myself
cause if you can't i won't lend another helping hand
your warbucks might save you
hell, he might even pay ya
night night sleep tight
i'm livin on a floor
wax on wax off
is what i like totally adore
can you dig it?
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