90s rap

Blitzin and sittin. I'm fixin on doin it in. I grin. I sin. I'm fuckin spinnin track verses Round house Shreq four Poe lease store. a whore was like " yo.. do me". And I'm like "uhhh.. No" Fuckin friends like you do second best like you do with your chest brand new. Sticky bamboo. Biggie bad panda. Panthers up in the trees. Sticken up for the breeze It’s a reason to be. Bees. Bark on the trees. Back on your knees. Back up the beat. pack up the treats.Sack up and Beg me please Ashamed, I'm aimlessly aiming. Amazing. I'm feeling. A bit condescending You like what you see? well you might be a freak, and you might want to seek out a new conversation. leads to persuasion. Invasion of ants. dance. Lance Vance. rant can't pant like a dog..... No. I break up into pieces. Piece it together and whether or not you spot the spot. admit you're not a lot yeah your not that spacey boy astronaut. an anomaly anonymously leaking elixir fixity fixer. Mr. mix Shit salad tell me What did you say? That’s what I thought mad women a map of the bad criminals zappin a fat cinnamon glass of that old pinnacle shit a bit bare with the wrath of a bear scaring a dastardly dog carrying amethyst conglomerated rated R, bar none acupuncturing gun smoke a melatonin, toke, and a biscuit a piece PC piper cold cuts off a limb with a knife fat cashing master bait tackle, and jelly to bite preserving space jam hat with a jacket to match tacked up photos of Bruce Lee and Bruce Wayne Wayne manor I'd rather explain rather be happy to pay Dad for a crappier day. I'm fixed soaking tooth aches in bisquick and piss top dollar for your shit-talking hash tags salad tossing apparatus armature on a radical man grinning as actual as furniture wrappin a broke limb in factory smoke fillin in nappy and dope denim men necessary feminist hair I’m not prepared for a cob salad sort of like a bad hairdo. A new piece to the paper blue noise in a focal view high-rise cellophane shoes Scooby do don't don't be a murder man scaring kids serenading scarecrows sacrifice satin like ice nice maybe I can make a mean price bright I can be content I can be a sunny side egg dent on an awful guys Bentley friendly I can shoot shit with the bad boys sad boys corduroy jeans and an opal headed ring I’m looking for booze up at the scene of the crime Ive got sixteen dollars and a pile of dimes up in my head ache up in my head like a weathered old bitch I've got super college knowledge I apologize Mixed up. looking for causes cause it saws it claws it paws at my internal thoughts and it aught to be critical Literal lists of fits and fists cynical. physically ready to be open I'm hoping I can be anything but everything that I see is everything but anything I'm rendering a catchphrase two one two your boys are blue scratch that toys and attitudes a Malibu Ken doll bent on Adderall and anyhow I meant to vent I'm not spent I'm just saying a mystical collaboration in a nation of amazing amateurs enamel on the alley chairs open flies up ties for guys and I'm coping exchange these lies for lies in this city-like town-like space like wow like How the heck are ya mon? It's football now no it's Nerf or nothin It's a bagel shaped muffin It's a ladle worth touchin if you think its worth fuckin with thick like an out of body hand to god I manned up on a melancholy ample sod I manned up A knock at your door is it not what your looking for? looking for skeleton skin cells innocence settin up basement call down I'm all out of instinct pigs stink sippin up drinks and trippin on life and words and birds fly in the most high mostly I could think things like open toad shoes and open frogs too and I'm cookin up stew Like a mad man Damn