| I was sitting in IHOP bored to death when I thought up the next one.
Sittin' in the House of Pancakes, Drinkin' coffee, chewin' on cornflakes, While they bake in the back, Some hot-cakes for my stack, Drenchin' syrup down, Pourin' butter all around, Got the Breakfast Sampler, Bacon, sausage, ham - and maple, House of Cakes like a fairy fable, But I'm still well able, To eat at the table, Like a motherfuckin' breakfast champion; | comments: Leave a comment  |
| I've been too bored lately and have been listening to too much NWA.
Anyways, this is what I have.
30 inches of chrome rollin' without friction, All these cheesers tryin' to listen to my diction, I'll bust they asses like they did in Pulp Fiction, Strayin' away from scandal just like Richard M. Nixon;
My homie Ralph, he was bumpin' up some coke, So I passed him a blunt and said, "Take a fuckin' toke, You wouldn't believe the shit that I smoke," So he took a couple hits and that's the last we spoke;
Man, I'll pop your ass like I did when I first tried it, All of my records, all these people gotta buy it, The floor at all my shows be convulsin' like a riot, Just feel the beats because my rythyms won't deny it; We ain't droppin' nothin' but hits, Ain't be poppin' nothin' but clips, Ain't be jockin' nothin' but clits, Cause we're it, Man we're the shit; | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| happy birthday to my livejournal.
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