Lunar C - Donkey Punch lyrics

(Check check, Sinoptic) These rappers just live for the props and resent the feedback I'm on this everyday, it's not often I get to relax So when I hold mics, get bopping unless the beats whack My rooms cluttered with Dockers and empty weed bags To tell the truth, I should probably head to rehab But I'm the type to say that he's stopped and intend to relapse You can't spit with a beast that harms listeners I kick back, scribble in pads and spark indica Keeping our sharp, intricate, articulate bars infinite You're not real, you're just tryna blend in, why ya pretendin'? You're about as fly as a penguin on some ice with a bent wing As tight as a sket's minge, these rhymers should get shrinks I don't care if your boys roll with a piece You toys don't wanna beef, I destroy those that compete My points known when I speak My voice flows with a beat I'm the illest round here so avoid boastin' at me Lunar's aggy like Kim, I jack you for the pad you're writin' your battle rhymes in You're only rappin' like him when you're fantasizin' When in reality your chance is quite slim So when you grab the mic sing You flop like a paralysed limb while my flow's so heavy it makes pa**ers-by limp As the sands of time sink, word travels by wind, like dragonfly wings across the land as eyes blink Sleepers catch a slight glimpse of how a mastermind thinks But don't be shocked by my awful antics I woke up this morning, back-flipped, snorted catnip, mauled a mastiff Saw a spastic and pissed myself at Paula Radcliffe, you boring ba*tard I don't care if it's bad for my health, pa** me the L When I had my first blast I was 12 (he's a ba*tard himself) I don't know if you can actually tell but I ain't rappin' I'm casting a spell Like that old b**h from Drag Me To Hell Even if my album stays sat at the shelves Or it just happened to sell I'm just glad to be felt Like I broke out of a chastity belt Going by the way that I tend to speak when I'm pissed Girls probably think I had special needs as a kid I never mean to be this self depreciative But I never get a bird for whatever reason it is I blame it on how it always smells of weed in my crib I want a girl who'll pretend my penis is big I've got a goal, I'm searching, I'm so determined I wanna bone a virgin til' her toes are curling and my scrotum's hurting The reason that my flow's disturbing Is the place I wrote this verse in Sat where the crows are circling over vermin f** being a noble person, I'm a homeless urchin Sofa-surfing in the clothes I've got to go to work in I ain't nothin' but a nasty slob I'll track down your yard with a bunch of angry yobs But the front and back were locked So I jumped through the window and f**ed the family dog Jacked the piggy bank for how much a taxi cost And I'm the one that rang the cops For you to write them verses is futile and worthless Cos' all that bullsh** was whack the first time I heard it You're riddled in whackness and I'm allergic I'm gettin' violent urges I'll stick a hypodermic needle in your eye and squirt it The type to burn spliffs inside the churches and swipe their purses While they worship I'll make you wish your dad and brother never snapped the rubber in your spastic mother And never had to suffer the rejection when they asked to bum her I'm the nasty f**er that put my hand in bu*ter and rammed it up her I don't mean to sound like a co*ky c*nt But the other day I met your bird and got her drunk Took her home for some bongs or blunts I said "I've got the munchies, what's for lunch?" She said "I can't cook", I settled for some chocolate bu*tons and monster munch Got her on all fours like she lost my skunk And hit her with a donkey punch BLAH