alright....off the top
Touched land, oh my mutherfucking god damn,
burned the cross but not with the clan
agaisnt the grain of every religion
like dyke bitches finger fucking their pussy
trying to make up for the absenses of dick
smash face structures like buildings collapsing
inside communitys considerd lackluster
middle finger a pastor, no actor
no script this isnt some waterdown so so def bullshit
characters claim they can aim a pistol
but fire off misscalucated like u.s missles
cause a ripple bigger then a atmoic bomb
burn a communist foundation trigger off a alarm
thats more dangerous then dropping your newborn
nasty flow, like foreign woman eating shit for doe
post it on the internet like men in front of mirrors
naked holding a camera for myspace
you internet pimps are sweeter then the bakers cake
i been at it, and thats before gays marched holding hands
i part your plans be smart and shit on your fans
for being stupid enough to feel you, retarted fucks

har har not to shabby but then again im best in the early hours ill do another while im stoned imp:

keep my game thick so my dicks catchy like fish bait
fuck more hoes then teen suicide rate
cant catch me inna holding hands romantic story
consider them inventory and stock them in the morning
aint my shorty, cause she surely servin other germs
no dinner, no dates, they quickly start to learn
smooth when money you dont burn and pussy you still earn
take your time, cause soon it'll spoil and turn
be sure in those moments to wrap so you aint get burned
keep your cash under your shoesouls
for when she treasure hunts your pant holes
so you dont wake up the next morning alone and broke
no joke, even shoesoul your dope hidden from the po-po
keep a eye on her other hoes, cause them other hoes
will be the ones to go low and blow after shes nomow
god damn, im just getting started to plan
off the top im nastier then dudes fucking girls in their ass
pissing inside giving them colon infections
car crashes in intersections leaving brains splashed
coke liters get twisted and poured to remove your mash
snatch your stash mix it down smoke the whole pound
zombie movement plastered mind state while i roam town
screamin out loud, poundin my mound, foamin from the mouth
telling kids dont make a sound!