U May Not Be A Model But I Can Front Page Ya
U Know I’m Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Juss Taste Ya We Can Fuck Late-Ta
Sitten In Da Coop Lookin Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like Da Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Ridin By Myself Smokin Weed By Da Acre
Hollygrove Gata Aint Nobody Greater
Leave Wit Some Bullet Holes Da Size Of Craters
U Aint Heard Da Latest Weezy F Da Greatest
Battle Anybody Nigga Fuck Over Ya Favorite
Its A New Game And Im Da Coach Like Avery
Leave It To Da Flow We Gettin Doe Like A Bakery
I Dont Really Want To But Dese Niggas Makein Me
Put A Muthafucker On Ice Like Da Mapleleafs
Now Dats A Hockey Team And I Aint On No Hockey Team
But Im A Champion Wheres Da Fucking Rocky Theme
Damn Rest In Peace Applo Creed
Imma Monster Everyday Is Halloween
Alot Of Syrup Alot Of Pills And A Lot Of Weed
And I Keep My Pockets Green Like A Pot Of Peas
And If U Hatin Baby U Can Get A Shot Of Deez
Deez Nuts In Ya Mouth Abd Will U Swallow Please
Haha Yeah Im So Hot I Freeze
Big Balls And Dey Jangle Like A lot Of Keys
Even Deaf Bitches Say Hi To Me
She Tell a Blind Bitch and She Say I Gotta See
Young Carter Darlin Understand I Am Micheal Jordan Ballin
Yes Imma Dog Imma Hoya Homie
Imma Boss Ya Man Is Juss An Employee Mommie
Lemme Upgrade U
KonWomyn said ...
why'z weezey got mr carter's boo wheezin' n sneezin' ,from the fleas he kickin'
up faux flossin'?
who u wanna upgrade
when your rhymes degrade?
who u wanna upgrade
when your low-grade
seeds been scattered
from dakar to saturn?
son, monogamy's the upgrade
from yo' mindless polygamy,
sperm-ful yet spineless,
siring nations yet fathering none,
mom's a-plenty yet married to none
once fatherless now father's less,
like father, like son,
anutha Black trinity's fatality.
whass a front page
when i invented the page,
invented that parade of scars y'like to call tats
while you parade stabs,
i'm a parade of stars
earth gods marvel in awe
at God's divine One
earthern yet modern in design,
no patrone-swigging swag could ever upgrade this Nubian Queen
cuz I Am the Grade,
'tho u might be talented and drop a dope beat for a millie,
make me smile or frown
when I hear you cuss or rhyme
y'still aint the Magne
who'll put a jewel in this crown.
2 comments:
why'z weezey got mr carter's boo wheezin' n sneezin' ,
from the fleas he kickin'
up faux flossin'?
who u wanna upgrade
when your rhymes degrade?
who u wanna upgrade
when your low-grade
seeds been scattered
from dakar to saturn?
son, monogamy's the upgrade
from yo' mindless polygamy,
sperm-ful yet spineless,
siring nations yet fathering none,
mom's a-plenty yet married to none
once fatherless now father's less,
like father, like son,
anutha Black trinity's fatality.
whass a front page
when i invented the page,
invented that parade of scars y'like to call tats
while you parade stabs,
i'm a parade of stars
earth gods marvel in awe
at God's divine One
earthern yet modern in design,
no patrone-swigging swag could ever upgrade this Nubian Queen
cuz I Am the Grade,
'tho u might be talented and drop a dope beat for a millie,
make me smile or frown
when I hear you cuss or rhyme
y'still aint the Magne
who'll put a jewel in this crown.
profanities aside weezey's rhyme is really tight, genius not quite. but most def DOPE!
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