Word play
• Written by user862180884
The luck comes from a clover
Dropping bodies off wit a dozer
Pissed up at my corner
Got indecent exposure
I lead em like a composer
Composin the greatest performers
I swear, that I will mow over
Ya ogre ass wit a mower
I don't mind no exposure
I let it go like a blower
A bulldozer couldn't get the boulders
Off of my shoulders
So, I hope you liked it while it lasted
Because you boutta get blasted
I just dropped a hundred tabs of acid
On the way to Jurassic
I'll slice ya neck wit a cactus
And toss ya head in a basket
I do black magic for practice
On acid up in my attic
Why you think I'm soundin sarcastic
I'm speaking on real tactics
It's gone be tragic and traumatic
For yo mom in a panic
I'm fantastic and elastic
Like I came out gymnastics
And a phycopathic maniac
Drinking a bottle of acid
I get it faster than a rapid rabbit
Running away from a hatchet
Just know that don't nobody underpay
I break yo middle vertebrae
I throw grenades and walk away
Like nothing even taken place
The raceway got outraced
And cracked the railway today
I'm fuckin wit wordplay
Eatin a Sunday at speedway
