Lyrics

Keep learnin' bitchez
Don't be burnin' bridges
In war earnin' stitches
Giants versus midgets
They say better safe than sorry
But it wouldn't fit my story
Well you see my war is holy
And I'm out to get that glory
I just rock the house not Laurie
I'm canny like Axel Foley
I attack I'm not a golie
But that's not my purpose soley
A crib before I'm forty
Nah I'd rather have a pony
Coz conventions kinda bore me
Well I think they're just not for me
While my style is phat I'm boney
And you maize me coz you're corny
It's the bass that makes me horny
As long as the beat is "Thorne-y"
Watch me listen closely
This is for the ones who nosey
But before you get too cosy
I am not painting shit rosy
Not a baller I'm just ballsy
I can make it hot and toasty
So let's mosey
Burn an OZ
With everybody who know me
Come get it
Come with it
The beat is off the chain
I overload ya brain
Whether it's Hall of Fame
Or just the wall of shame
Don't matter all the same
Hyped I don't blow cocaine
It's heavy better call a crane
I keep comin' like fallin' rain
You bitches soundin' sort of lame
I top you coz you're low on game
I get inside you thru' ya vein
And hit you like some novocaine
So no more pain
Get on the train
I'm the conductor
Call a doctor
'fore I go insane
Shoot an arrow
I'm not Sparrow
Just captain
Ain't no swords
Only flows
Deviatin' ya' septum
See my rhymes I perfect 'em
Shove 'em up in ya rectum
I'm invadin' ya sanctum
Clappin' a classic like Clapton
Come get it
Come with it
Think they're hardcore I'm gonna pit 'em
Burn like candles after I lit 'em
Damn 'em babies not gonna sit 'em
Ain't no man can fuck with the rhythm
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