My rap age is like a fine wine bottle
The game is best described by Einstein's motto:
These emcees are all squarer, than the formation of a dead fat midget's pallbearers
Listen up as I spit a dope and proper verse
Study the flow like an oceanographer
You're stuck in the middle, more than s**in' a little
I'd still be iller than you if I was pluckin' a fiddle
My attitude isn't rapper-friendly
I'll kiss your girlfriend and slap her gently
I'm more than a pig, to these chicks I'm a hog
I get drunk as a skunk and wake up sick as a dog
I hit a joint when I'm hyperactive
Then I'm on point like a sniper blastin'
I'm afflicted like a fighter's t-shirt
My rhymes are so hard, they make a biter's teeth hurt
After poppin' a pill I'm droppn' a ill rhyme
What I gotta say next? Gimmie a line and I'm
Choppin' it real fine to the top of the hill climb to the apex
All day gettin' bent
Never spent not even one single cent of the money that I made on my paychecks on latex
Straight hittin' it raw
Ain't gettin' involved with a talk about safe s**
f** catchin' a disease
Ladies know what's up when Sketch is in the streets
I'm scopin', hopin' I can do some pokin'
‘Cause I stroke them so exceptionally
When I get a b**h in the sack, hit from the back dick in her a**
Then she's squealin' loud so I'm peelin' out
Some b**hes ‘cause she shuts up when I give her some cash