Think twice before you talk out the side o´ya neck!

Think twice before you talk out the side o´ya neck!

This´ that shit dat I´ll crack ya up some..
Fukka double! My shit´s triple dumb!


So much talk. But still you say so little.
A 2 da muh´fucken K! ´s how I spray you with syllables!
Bar for bar, my quotables leave ya comatose.
Indian giver. I take the mic back, then dance around a totem pole!
Fucka ratchet! I wield a hatchet, N´I do mean hatchet!
A leprechaun, ´way I stay with tha green,
n´ I´m mean with this rap shit.
Nuff brag. Lemme toe tag this fag. I tote fa´ real!
You wearin a culotte, high heels, bamboo earrings, n´a tote-bag!
EEEWWWW´!!!
N´plus you the typa fag, that would grope another fag.
Give ´im a quick reach-around, expose his ass.
Then pound ´im hard while you jab.
I let you bite these tims. Stompin ya good!
Leavin ya grill, lookin SAD.
Pullin ya molars out my soles n´shit, I´m SO rad!
This dude I´ll hop on anything.
Wack tracks, trains, dicks, or a fad.
I´ll put a hurtin on ´im. Half murkin um. N´clobber ´im SO bad!
This piece o´shit I´ll limp home with a severed dick,
a caved in face, and ONE gonad!!
Worst case scenario, ya mom´s a hoe.
with an itchy dial finger, n´this is how it might go:
She be on cops, cryin, screamin:
"He´s a lunatic, n´ he hurt my li´l lad!!"
(all the while flirtin, with officer Tad!)
Trailerpark-rich bitch gettin briefed. N´then boinked out on da deck!
It´s either, givin deputy dog a snog. Or goin down for washin checks!
After some huffin n´puffin he´ll leave yer moms, a cum drenched wreck.
N´Tad gets back to the precinct, witta doozie. Boastin, gettin´nuff respect.
So when you wanna yap greasy, pause n´ponder for a sec. And think TWICE, before you talk out the side o´ya neck!!

HOLLA.