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spex - writerz block

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2008-11-10 19:13

spex - writerz block

I'm floodin', like echelon to Pentagon
Chicks cluster to my monsterballs like pubes cluster to my genitals

Love - what a wonderful thing
The wonders it brings, a wandering thing
Walking from women to women in a all less promising ring
And the longer I dream, the further it seems
The wonder of what my love texts will bring
Cause so far, no country to show for the love of my queen
The loveless of kings, no conquests to fringe
And I'm left with no lovers to think of..

Fuck an inner fight
I come hard to dome, mind, body and soul
Like Kimbo Slice
The type to put another crater on Uranus
The only one fiendin fame who still is fameless
The only one not proppin' suckaz to get famous
The only motherfucker still bumpin' knuckles on you fucked up Jenna Jamesons
So try'na jerk me ends up with tennis elbows
Every text's like yaddayadda-yo, yaddayad-punch
Tired of writing texts, citing spex and battleing chumps
Tired of bitches bitchin, Anikken 'zup?
Point blank, period.. I'm tired as fuck!

Shie, 'cause I'm a sleezball right?
Daily consumption consisting of pizza and cheezball fights
Smashin' beer like Suge got smashed by Kimbo Slice
Slapping bitches till they suck dick in a limbo stance
With fantasies like homo three sums where I'm the middle man
Ordering Singapore Sling Vodka's without the gin and lime

Wakin' up the morning after
Head torn, blazed filled with sores and plasters
Turning bits into puzzles, try'na restore what happened
Don't even try to pull a smile like I was bored with laughter
A thundering head ache, a hundred lessons gone neglected
Lost in the midst of a long depression and drunken sessions
Wakin' up with a sunday's blessin' on a saturday morning
Lips gradually yawning
Trying to form words but they crawl back into their coffin

Sure, we can make up in plenty
I still go straight for the henny
And claim you ain't shit but a bitch
That gives head for less than change of a penny
Poor excuses for not hearing the melody changin'
Once swinged away from oneself the pendulum changes
And is bound to come back and attack
In a stabbin like motion motivated by vengance

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