yeah, i know. i said no more threads from me, but here is the last song i will probably ever write, i was gonna get into the studio with this one but i had made my decision about life a week or so later, but check it out anyways, leave feedback if you want, good or bad
YOUR GAME'S FULL OF SALT,
SO HALT YOUR ASSAULT,
OR I'LL INSTALL, AND 8 FOOT STICK IN YO EYE,
AND POLE VAULT FROM IT/
I SET THE NEW RECORD,
CLEARED 12 FEET,
Y'ALL GONE RUNNIN,
THAT'S 6 PEEPS, WITH 2 FEET EACH
I JUST WATCHED YA JAWS PLUMMET/
I'LL DISOLVE YA GALL BLADDER,
PAINT YA WALLS WITH BRAIN MATTER,
I REMAIN THE MAIN FACTOR,
THIS AIN'T THE SAME RAPPER/
I INFLICT PAIN FASTER,
THAN YOU CAN SAY HUSSEIN BACKWARDS,
WATCH YOUR GUTS SPLIT SPLATTER,
I GOT THIS MURDER THANG MASTERED/
YOU GET THE GIST CROSS YOUR NAME OFF THE LIST,
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?,
YOU LOST ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
AND JUST SHIT YA GRAY KHAKIS/
I AIN'T KNOWN,
BUT I'LL SMACK NORAH JONES,
AND TAKE HOME HER 8 GRAMMY'S,
MY FATHER IS NOT OZZY,
BUT I CAME FROM AN INSANE FAMILY/
I GOT CRAZY IN MY VEINS
LIKE LAID FACE DOWN ON A CO-CAINE MATTRESS,
Y'ALL CLAIMIN TO BE GANGSTAS
BUT YOU AIN'T EVEN GOOD ACTRESSES/
I JUST CREATED SHIT,
GOOD ENOUGH TO BE THE NEXT PLATINUM HIT,
ALL I NEED IS TO BE SEEN BY AFTERMATH'S MANAGEMENT/
NOT SINCE MARSHALL MATHERS,
HAS THERE BEEN A SEED THAT'S THIS DASTARDLY,
TO THE MUSIC BUISNESS,
I'M WORSE THAN CURSE OF HURT SERVED BY NAPSTER/
I DESERVE, A CERTIFIED PLAQUE FOR MY ACTIONS,
I THINK I EARNED IT,
WHEN I TURNED EVERY MIC TO BURNED ASHES/
I'M PREFERRED OVER 30 TO 1 OVER THE LAME RAPPERS,
THEY CONCERNED CAUSE THEIR FANS,
ALL RETURNED THEIR LAST MASTERPIECE/
LIKE A JACKHAMMER,
YOU HEAR ME OUT ON THE STREETS CRACKIN,
LIKE A FAT KID, STEPPED ON THIN ICE,
IT'S A BAD ACCIDENT/
IT WASN'T IN THE PLAN FOR MY VOICE TO BE BROADCASTED,
ON THE RADIO, UNITED STATES WIDE,
A DISASTER'S HIT/
THE BLUEPRINTS ALL BEEN LAID OUT,
AND GOD DRAFTED IT,
HE SAID I COULD SIT ON THIS THRONE,
CAUSE I HAND CRAFTED IT////
THE SONG WASN'T DONE, JUST SOME LYRICS. STEAL THE LYRICS IF YOU WANT EM', IT AIN'T FOR ME ANYMORE. LATE
YOUR GAME'S FULL OF SALT,
SO HALT YOUR ASSAULT,
OR I'LL INSTALL, AND 8 FOOT STICK IN YO EYE,
AND POLE VAULT FROM IT/
I SET THE NEW RECORD,
CLEARED 12 FEET,
Y'ALL GONE RUNNIN,
THAT'S 6 PEEPS, WITH 2 FEET EACH
I JUST WATCHED YA JAWS PLUMMET/
I'LL DISOLVE YA GALL BLADDER,
PAINT YA WALLS WITH BRAIN MATTER,
I REMAIN THE MAIN FACTOR,
THIS AIN'T THE SAME RAPPER/
I INFLICT PAIN FASTER,
THAN YOU CAN SAY HUSSEIN BACKWARDS,
WATCH YOUR GUTS SPLIT SPLATTER,
I GOT THIS MURDER THANG MASTERED/
YOU GET THE GIST CROSS YOUR NAME OFF THE LIST,
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?,
YOU LOST ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
AND JUST SHIT YA GRAY KHAKIS/
I AIN'T KNOWN,
BUT I'LL SMACK NORAH JONES,
AND TAKE HOME HER 8 GRAMMY'S,
MY FATHER IS NOT OZZY,
BUT I CAME FROM AN INSANE FAMILY/
I GOT CRAZY IN MY VEINS
LIKE LAID FACE DOWN ON A CO-CAINE MATTRESS,
Y'ALL CLAIMIN TO BE GANGSTAS
BUT YOU AIN'T EVEN GOOD ACTRESSES/
I JUST CREATED SHIT,
GOOD ENOUGH TO BE THE NEXT PLATINUM HIT,
ALL I NEED IS TO BE SEEN BY AFTERMATH'S MANAGEMENT/
NOT SINCE MARSHALL MATHERS,
HAS THERE BEEN A SEED THAT'S THIS DASTARDLY,
TO THE MUSIC BUISNESS,
I'M WORSE THAN CURSE OF HURT SERVED BY NAPSTER/
I DESERVE, A CERTIFIED PLAQUE FOR MY ACTIONS,
I THINK I EARNED IT,
WHEN I TURNED EVERY MIC TO BURNED ASHES/
I'M PREFERRED OVER 30 TO 1 OVER THE LAME RAPPERS,
THEY CONCERNED CAUSE THEIR FANS,
ALL RETURNED THEIR LAST MASTERPIECE/
LIKE A JACKHAMMER,
YOU HEAR ME OUT ON THE STREETS CRACKIN,
LIKE A FAT KID, STEPPED ON THIN ICE,
IT'S A BAD ACCIDENT/
IT WASN'T IN THE PLAN FOR MY VOICE TO BE BROADCASTED,
ON THE RADIO, UNITED STATES WIDE,
A DISASTER'S HIT/
THE BLUEPRINTS ALL BEEN LAID OUT,
AND GOD DRAFTED IT,
HE SAID I COULD SIT ON THIS THRONE,
CAUSE I HAND CRAFTED IT////
THE SONG WASN'T DONE, JUST SOME LYRICS. STEAL THE LYRICS IF YOU WANT EM', IT AIN'T FOR ME ANYMORE. LATE
