partial wack

(here is the mp3)

check my skill ? I’m not even partial wack

Punch you so hard my metatarsals crack

My shit get you high like a barge of crack

Send you to mars and back, how harsh is that?

You tellin lies about all the gold bars you’ll stack

I tell the truth about you and Slim teabagging Marshall’s sac

You cant answer ? what, did you have a sars attack?

My shit is louder than a spinal tap marshall stack

My rock is hot like the the solo from paranoid,

played on a bc rich

My dirty-ass lyrics make you annoyed,

because you’re nothing but a pc bitch

All recycling shit, and Suckin on dick

for a ticket to Lilith Fair

But I’m the illest player.

I smack a stank hoe like ani difranco

and leave a “thank-you” note in her manko

I got the shit you can’t be handling

You and me battling

Is like trying to fight

Yingwe’s guitar with a k-mart mandolin

Now I Got you more endangered than the Pangolin

Plus yo u got the kind of ass every man go in

Can go in

Do go in

Called you Betty Sue at the truck stop

The spot where YOU hoin’

With the fake boobs showin’

I call you out because you are pimping fake

On the mike you get ruthless

But the truth is

In bed you make your man refer to you as justin timberlake

Eating that shit with a-1 sauce, like it was dinner steak

You look gangsta but you nothing but a little bizz-nitch

What’s up with your full-back tattoo of you and Harry Potter playing Naked Quidditch??

When you’re not making videos waving guns around

You’re buying Smurfs on Ebay for $400 bucks a pound

Caught you in smurfette drag, the cat’s out the bag

I kick your ass from here to Borneo and get jet lag

Get off the mic, better drop that

If you talk smack you gonna get mocked back

Shit will get you knocked back, dropped or popped in fact

You’ll go out on a stretcher, ain’t no walking back

How I talk and act

Is exactly how I am,

But you is phony,

With imaginary chrome, you is no Gee.

My flows be

Froze like tokoros where eskimos be

Chilin in igloos

Me and walruses roll in thick crews

Making you pay big dues

Put you under an iceberg and make you dig through

You don’t got pimp juice, just trick juice

Couldn’t even get laid at soapland

so you greased up a coke can

and the doctor had to cut your dick loose.

Oops.

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