Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator

I'm very sorry for this but I've had a really shitty day and sometimes I just have to do this

You’re sonned, god, like Creed, and I’ma beat you like Rocky
In the sequel, where I’m equal to your cheap-ass chop-socky
Improvisin’ bombs like I’m a rebel Iraqi
Beats explode in your face, they call it hip-hop bukkake
First comes Hiroshima, son, and then Nagasaki
Roll you up and slice you like some bad futomaki
I’ll surpass your silence like the very first talkie
When you try to ride my dick like you was a jockey

Partisans of parties have me rockin’ their rooms
Gangstas guard my grill from East L.A. to the tombs
Givin’ up the head like I’m Jeffery Combs
You’ll be sweepin’ up my leavings, so you better bring brooms
Slip a fin in my fangs or I’ll make you go foom
Snappin’ westie necks like a Professor named Zoom
Don’t mistake your density for my volume
‘Cause I think you know what happens when you assume

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