caught myself a bloody fox, didnt even set-up no traps/
smoking hash with euro cats, while they laughed at his raps/
old timer, corp veteran, i piss on your habitat/
you been here for years, after tonight, they aint no coming back/
the feast shall commence over this wounded mans nonsense/
i can eat him by feeding him my least, instead of my best/
usually i challenge raw talent, tonight i make an exception/
grill your ass like kebab at fat-boy-sid's wedding/
unappetizing, like your lack of skills, tryna compete/
im wicked like not helping your old ass across the street/
span the feast for bout a week, with you bruised on the menu
my style was righteous when i killed you, and all praises due/
take my time on your amateur ass, gather rewards/
my rhymes inspire universal laws, deserve applause
so if your real and you know it clap your hands/
your poison but, my meal is kosher like it was blessed in Bethlehem/
after this, the god is done, not tryna do this shit again/
what the fuck i look like battlin' a senior citizen? / (lol)
on top of that, it looks like i hurt the mans feelings/
might call me on the phone like glossed lips, may be its maybelline/ (lol)
We do it for the people.
Originally Posted by knewcheeze
....and you will all learn some night that what is hidden in food for thoughts comments is spiritual playa hating...
Last edited by food for thought; 01-28-2010 at 02:06 AM.