Punk Ass Suckas

 

Inspirations comes like a penetration, After some work for the nation

Of whatever putting records together, Heavy like the weather

Women cant get no wetter, I know my music is better Mr Rogers sweater

I fight like the shredder, Ain't turtle gonna be my beheader

Stuff it, I roll with who I want, So when around me act respectful not a punk

Or a fool, King Lear ain't near you, But Edmund is around the corner

And Reagan's called the coroner, As all they heard were shots and I was the gunner

Messing with a rhyme runner, It the same as threatening a God with thunder

Detrimental consequences roll down in deadly sequences so skip this part and jump the fences

As Master T is swordsman and you just one of them gangsta rapper dressers

All talk and no show, Probably doing to much blow, Up in his room

Boom goes the door and I come through, Throw his ass of the building as I don't mess with you

Did he grow wings, Not in time to see the nice spring

Yeah I said nice so, What I said it without ass butt

Looking over here, This chic caught my ear, now I wanna go near, And her Ass I wanna smear

In all sorts of nasty stuff, I cant say it on a record, Its too rough

Punks acting buff and thinking they tough, But police had enough, And take away ya huff

As you do the puff, Running away and stuff ain't kinda tough but I ain't the judge

He gotta hold a grudge, As junior's dad was the original shady bunch

Throwing shade at everyone, When my raps came through eh got stunned

That anyone can react and keep in contact with they sanity, His lost a vanity

Through my rhymes others gained clarity, Then he got mad at me

In conclusion sadly, he went off the bridge madly and so goes the legacy of idiocy in the family