Sig Sauers - Desk n' Microphone lyrics

[Verse 1: D.A Cobra] As I sit down I see a desk n a microphone My girl rubbing one off saying its like styrofoam Get ready for my fire in the wire and look at the pyro storm Oh sh**, set your p**y blazing and dazing call 911 on the dial phone She all white her style gone, her nipples hard as tiles domes Wanting more she on top of me like pile ons Orgasm of rap when I hit it here comes the wild poems 8 mile's blown s**s it and the freestyle owns, Victoria's textile shown Diego show them all its on unveil the pantie the Nile sown In my face a smile grown, a hard dick and her smile gone My dick in her the fire strong screaming like a demon Craving my semen com in from my wee man my penile s'a stone Turn on the mic spit my sh** your minds are blown Just spit the greatest rhyme of all time, platinum that's where it belong Don't try to teach me or put on a strain I know everything about the game My rap is free like john wayne, full of talent and fame with no shame Not a jar can have it contained, my soul pure but stained from all the b**hes that came With no warning putting out my flame its detained well damn still Make you flip table try and refrain [Verse 2: Rappinade] From the physco zone, it's a desk and a microphone Run to the mic alone, spaz like a cyclone I'm in this fight alone, get the girl and undertake her A thunder wake her, better hurry Kane I burry pain in pens and pads, pen it fast Infinite cast of lyric and lyric ma** on your dented a** I'm a minute blast, every track i skin it even when plastered I'm in it, alone put on the headphone, moan and feel it Lyrical eargasm, its hysterical sarcasm The fear you hear pa**'em, pa** your ear Dear I'll harras'em, you hear cum as it flows down your ear drum And you feel fear hun, so I'm done Lindsay I'll make a getaway, head away with my bird flipped and my head away And pedal to metal ey? never settle in ghetto I'm a steamin kettle, can't touch me, hot mettal Cuz its time to kick cowards with Sig saucers click clacking, f** b**hes chit-chattin' Draggin' my richard in mouth, they gaggin' Do the warning, and get nick naggin' Back at it, cuz she left my dick laggin' Damn it bin laden Spin cowards with a will power That will power the twin tours in its most busy hours Sig Sauers is the lyrical meteor showers So better cower little meanie weenie cowards [Verse 3: D.A Cobra] ISS modelist Mr.Wolowitz Howard down the lights Feel the blitz in his white powers Shout the wits up the titz of Sig Sauers Out the dicks s** the clits 100 clicks in hours Read my misfits transit license permits commits Homicidal of dimwits cut in 10 bits Distribute in 10 clicks, as i spit this my pen splits Mah Rappinade damn fits in the cells of Aushwitz In the asylum he outwits outfits Sig Sauer we rock this from co*kpits to bowsprits As the M sits and the C splits after they hear our spits like banana splits L.O.L in this b**h our b**h ain't no small sh**s small spitz or even a sh**z-u Don't wanna know its a big bad dawg like Will Smith and record like Kim schmitz Not in like that it's, six saw em notorious big problem dick waggin' Twig smashin shindig crashin' big richard prick stalin Chickflick dashing sick whip bashin' Nicky lets have a manaj c'mon girl tit flashin' Diego happy in her now that b**h draggin' it Yeh zig zaggin' it diego happy jig jabbin' it Yeh sig saucer click clackin' prick tacklin' Be careful because we're coming for you after Bin Laden