Grammaphalamapittynagaphentrantulate

yo yo yo
rock hard rhymes like my dick when i see leeann rhymes (not really)
bells ringing, chingaling chimes, nickles and dimes, nick does slimes
frank grimes, or "Grimey"
ill to the bone marrow, you walking weak looking sick
thugs haven't seen me, the true OG work his narcotic magic
Shoot bitches in the head when im shorted
money money too much money to even sort it
the flow is deep im walking on sunshine
smoking, roaching, bliztin', blazen, o graising weed is not a crime
get on the floor to bump and grind
50-50 360 kickflip out, down a 10 foot drop has gotten me front page of thrasher magazine for the third time
im out with that rhyme, and into a new suit
its that spade; new suede, same zoot
raw raw rabble. grapple up that mountain to get that forbidden apple
snapple is like 15% juice, got me asking, "unhealthy?"
yes.
you got me humming like a bird, its that spoken word soul
huntron got the tip on making that shit turn gold
not green like mold get you sick,
like malaria from that deer tick
sneer and peer at everyone who looks hard
you soft mother fucker, look, you melting like lard
fool, make an example of lame rappers like a text book
professor smack handles the whack like hes black
which he's not. he takes you to school, and eats you like a snack
wrappers pollute. pick up your trash and recycle. ride a bike.
think globally act locally, its that simple
you think that your dimples can be fed like dumplings
or noodles, oodles many more than the companies.

"what is this mother fucker even rapping about anyways?"
"yeah, yeah.."
"he's been rapping this same goddam way for like twenty minutes"
"yaaap."


Theres my font.

jaded, half faded and hand headed
took off in the alley and peeled out the banana skid in the cul de sac
gladys the crazy cat lady stoops it up after she had took a nap
kids doing homework in their studies, all square like
learning there ain't no squares in nature, dyke