Saruman of Many Kronics - Eleven 55 lyrics

[Saruman of May Kronics] Strolling down the street, listening to ELO Sippin' on apple juice, laid back; like a polyhedron I'm solid I'm a gas, my funds are liquid I've got a 1+ armor save And impeccable Horadric knowledge When I search Google I'm always feeling lucky Is 4 Broz hep? Does Ernie have a rubber ducky? We're rolling out ahead like a trundle bed Running once again like Eugene V. Debs OMG we're celebs! We draw crowds with centripetal force It's a tide that won't ebb The Menace cleans up your act like a dental hygienist Gets all the girls dancing like Elaine Benes Hip Hop Renaissance man, you'd think I hailed from Venice Anyone for tennis? I use the commutative property But I can't commute your sentence [Mr. Natural] The Natural's been diagnosing all you clowns on the circuit Your scene's a weeping dick hubris And your beats be stank like some scene deep sh** Yea, I see you, smug-mugging, auto-tuned and washed in synthesizer I hate your f**ing a** like a Zimmerman sympathizer I'd love to stick around and rack my dome for who it is your trifling mouth bit But I'm too busy rendering your girls vocabulary, oh sh**! I'm a curved co*k cuddle monster, keeping it dank and subliminal Been wandering these 50 states with the old dirty dog as my spirit animal We smoked the leaves of the bodhi tree, now we're walking the earth Singing the praises of them women with that bob crumb girth We bounce from Chi-town to Seattle, we lead a Cali on a whim I bummed a cigarette off of my mom, now I'm Virginia Slim So get behind the mule, child, and plow with me, yungin' The future's looking a little flacid so we best inject that sh** with something, STAT [J. Rage-a] A journalist by night, you all know this But most of my days I fly the tundish A steel bathtub, say what you will It's hot and dirty and it pays the bills This job is metal, no pun intended Cast it high strength so you can bend it I've blown a load at the BOF Ladies have claimed my touch is deft My argon panels are full of gas Inhale too much, you'll be on your a** My soft start will get your motor turning For my dick you ladies be yearning If molten metal makes you sweat The steam chamber will get you wet 4 Broz By Broz brings the thrills But Uncle Lakshmi still pays my bills [Stephen Genes] Call me the sh** - I'm floating My flow is owning -the rhyme is cold Your style's awful - I'm in a waffle cone You must be pissed I kissed your momma - she gave me calzones I declined, you see, I'm on a diet of microphones [Lil 2k10] 4broz is back, yeah we got the whole crew A new record from the broz has been long overdue Giving the human race our lyrical wisdom Spraying in your ears our pent up rap jizz cum I want to have some words with the non-believers Tell the haters where we at the last couple of years When we were busy being awesome you were s**ing the most When we won the trophy you were burning the toast You got a weak whip we roll a super bee Right now your girl is begging s**a Slim for the D Shout out to Oatmeal making fools like us sound tight I could fart into the mic and he'll mix it up alright I'm sick of all the fools out there who think they can rap Just because you can rhyme the word rap with crap slap Want a review that compares your lines to mine? My rhymes: sublime, your rhymes: a crime... JAIL TIME! [Tangerines] I keep my dick in a plastic bag so I can pee where ever I want All the kids getting sick off the h**n that I sold and they bought I do and sell and harvest d**, I spend all my time at the clubs Where all the public rub-a-dubs ride up on my co*k And I need extra big condoms, but like powdered wigs, I don't wear them And my balls are like two beautiful cherubs Hold up a constricting boa that cums like Krakatoa Anyways, I have more cars than anyone else I have more guns than anyone else I have more kids than anyone else, and I don't give a damn about them But I guess that just says something about my personality