[Verse 1: Denial the Rice Cracker]
She appreciates a good punchline
Chunks of rhymes elegantly combined
It's not about your face and your name on the poster
It's about the way you spit game on the corner
Caught her listening to songs with no hook
And she cried when Canibus pulled out the notebook
Me? I just wanted to get more intimate
She said "maybe one day if your rhymes get more intricate"
It made me work on my craft cause I most certainly planned to one day spark her interest with unheard verses made to trigger her urges to smack
I was nervous the first time I called her up and said "girl, check my verses of rap"
Displaying alpha male-ness to this female h*mo sapien was the purpose of that
And she said
[Chorus: Epyang]
Babe, baby spit your game
Spit your game and make me realize that you're the one for me
If you really want me
If you really need me
Do it if you love me
Spit another 16 for me, babe
[Verse 2: Denial the Rice Cracker]
She's taking voice lessons
Hey girl I've got a new joint, wanna listen?
The song's on point diction led to kissing
And left her little thing dripping to the point of no friction
Bars that made her stimulate my groin section
And she called up a girlfriend to join relaxing
I said "what can you give an unemployed best friend?"
She said "two jobs. Don't laugh
Enjoy this and boy listen, remember this
I only love you for your exquisite penmanship"
I said "damn, let me undress"
Grab the mic girl battle rap contest
Now she wanted her face slapped by the fat stack of cash of the rapper that had mad stacks of raps that she would an*lyze and put on Rap Genius
The love for the music was really that serious
[Chorus: Epyang]
Babe, baby spit your game
Spit your game and make me realize that you're the one for me
If you really want me
If you really need me
Do it if you love me
Spit another rhyme