been i while since i hit up this thread, lets turn the heat up again! ha
So many cats are spitting like they pissing in the wind,
My flows too damn holy, they had too brand it a sin,
Your own flow is feeble and your confidence, fantastic,
Get ideas above your station, boy, and make me get drastic,
I’ll slap in you your face, like Larry Graham playing bass,
This aint bad boy b***hes, but when I spit it’s like mace,
I’ll leave you in a state that’ll make your mother renounce you,
I’m everything that you yourself thought you would amount to,
Im the oasis in this drought, Im the man in the money,
Im the eclipse that put your lights out, Im the bee to your honey,
She likes the like way I use my tongue, amongst other things,
I told her that I write rhymes that would make any pretty girl sing,
I said I can play the rain by missy in the gap between your thighs,
She went a shade of red, and on her face crept a smile,
And that wasn’t too many hours into the night we first met,
I gotta tell you about your girl mate, she’s a fine arse sket.
uk stand up!!