App - my freestylesessions are lethal weapons
Time for yet another freestylesession
that you'll only appreciate while drunk
like e-types records...
my frees are lethal weapons that leave your neck torn
like Desert E's, berettas, MGBs and Daewoos
M16s and Vektors and those peeps in Mecca
missusing the korans power
fooling their followers to bombard towers
although they'll notice 'twas a blunder to manage
when they come to paradise, with smiles on their faces
just to realize that their 72 virgins is playing dungeons and dragons...
come of the top like balding men
always spitting out words like a ballpoint pen
im the better rapper, cheddar snatcher, beretta clapper
sickest spitter, chicken hitter, i get more ass than the wedding crashers
I murk the beats, burn emcees and slide of skirts with ease
the only way something could be hurting me
is if my mind start acting...reversibly
I'm cursed to thug, when i burn the blunts i get a thirst for blood
hit you with thirty slugs that make your dorsum burst
and then i'll leave you in the river, wrapped in a persian rug
let me tell you about a fake and lying whore
his name is padawon
and looks like jay and silent bob
went gay and had a son
with the face of a flying fox
had aids and downs syndrome
got raped with violent force
By a ape while crying "MORE!"
dreaming about getting paid to write a song
in a sailorsuit and thong
while giving brain to choir boys
I'll lead you trough his mind...
"I LOVE coke, FUCKING coke, REAL MEN WITH HAIR ON THEIR CHEST snort coke,
i wish i could do it all day long! coke C coke O coke C coke K...or wait, ah, nevermind."
...Read between the lines.
"Jag var också rap när jag var fjorton år man."
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