He SKIRT around the issues, he SKIRT when I'm around Cause his worst don't work when I'm around At worst he a round from a pistol around a missile A pack of peppers around a pound of pickles A pound around a soundless nickel around town soft as down And wouldn't put sound through a whistle A clown that I would to love see wear a crown of sickles Who comes out to the sound of crickets And buys his own tickets to his rounds to diss you You hear the distant sound of different styles of life you wish you Had but too bad, you had the chance But now you can't even get an ass to kiss you? The issue is you fight on the wrong side of the tissue You supposed to be the shit, not try and shit on THE shit And sit on the wrong side of da pistol I'd really like to stick you with the drawing side of a pencil Or stab chisels right into the side of ya mental That makes them boring rhymes you into Some of the homies is gay Maybe we can all get together and make you a closet Go to Home Depot this weekend You know really make it a project Diz, I would love to get you in da ring and make you a hobbit But you ain't even religious So why would I put these crosses on you just make you a profit?
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