Stigmata's right... it's ON Flatline!
kicking huge holes in your ego
I'm here to fuck up your life like your P.O.
Nah, what I'm gonna do stop hip hop flat
paint "wipe" on it and use it as my welcome mat/
because this shit ain't sacred
and I love it with a hatred
when I write my rhymes
I got country music on my tape deck
There's a slave ship floating in a forty bottle/
and I'm the captain with my Kools and my foot on the throttle/
I get so drunk I fuck up radio reception
take a girl home and show her my empty bottle collection/
man I got 'em all
cloud of flies over 'em since fall
I'll take that shit to the curb when I'm DAMN good and ready/
but even with the mess, I get them homegirls sweaty.
who here can touch me? None of you. NOT ONE. that's in the Bible. If any of you self-proclaimed mental scientist mathematic scholars know anything about divinity.
C'mon son, let's see what you got! I been doing all the work. Shit, I been CARRYING this board today. Let's hear what you got boiling in your pot, betty crocker.
oh yeah, and stop using your mind control tricks on me. I'm a stupid, stupid animal and don't appreciate it when geniuses like you fuck with me.
Ah hah, as I expected. It worked!...
(Here's some cheese. Now, go. Suck another hot one.)
"Fuck liberty. Give me death..."
- F l a t l i n e r -