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Stewart on Santorum surge: Get the F**k out of Here!
"He's got some santorum on 'im"
You're awesome, Jon.
Souls of Mischief - Never No More
[tajai]
Message recorded, lessons be stored in
This mental core its, like lentil porridge
Nas-t, massey, be the last g
From medical texts to class me
Ask me, if I had to grip my pad
The riffs I grab would rip and stab
The kids that sag the shit they strap
Is flavorless, and wreckless
Your bestest behavior gets
I plays the hits, displays the shit
A razor gets parlayed amidst
And later splits a feeling that
I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids
When I punched em
I crunch men, at a function
[phesto]
Ponder on this, I swallowed the spliff with elocution
Encompassing the pompous means when I escalate my tool
Shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted
By my riveting centrifuge
I swindling crews, bringing a fist to bruise
Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces
Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits
Split your spleen hit you clean in the kisser
When I twist a riddle Im breakin the brittle
And flimsy with my whimsy
Puns and phrases I stun and phase kids
Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic, when I leave em
Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis
I earn em swift and minus a life with my nine
[a-plus]
I get the props, you get the buttocks
I know my what nots, stoppin flows like blood claats
Nah, cuz thats a bad word in jamaican
And I am that, grams packed cuz my jams phat
So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure
Youre sweet when I stomp you with my feet just for pleasure
Cuz I write the rhymes like a slavell pick the cotton
The best from the west cuz Im fresh and youre rotten
Take out the trash or Ill take it out your ass
With a blast from the past in the future, Ill shoot ya
But for the present beatdowns will suffice
Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice
You dumb dunces I come once its my time to
Wanna hear a joke? Im you
Dont you wish I wont dismiss your treachery
I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher g
[opio]
Im coming tighter, your rhymes are oreida
Little reminescent of the poetry I write
A-stoundingly, youre sounding like me, might we
Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes
I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing
Demolishing, you and your following Im swallowing
Mcs like I was a black hole ramsack those
Wack flows who chose to oppose
I dont suppose, dare or where my stubble grows
Reverses the process, God bless you swing and whoa its you!
Opio, disposes of crews like snotty tissues
I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried