Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip

Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks

Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy

Sack swinging like dub-d40 on a door hinge

Good lord, walk light like the floor slick

Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip

Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance

Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain

Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit

Fist clinched emulating '68 olympics

Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked

Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit

Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium

Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun

Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds

Crowd going dumb like palin's son

And it always follows autumn

No home for the weak

No insurance for your pride

Jive, nigga

And it always follows autumn

I sit in thought 'til the flow is right

Then throw some d on all available open mics

Smoke it right proposing these niggas over wipe

More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipe

Shit, the former soloist who flow was sick

The token sober kid stressed so the role was switched

Now four lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff

Look who's as useless as a broken wrist when tryna open shit

Nigga cold is what you need to keep the poultry in

Resulting in me rolling slick as bottom of the bowling kicks

Early man, you posers know me as the troll throwing

Moldy donut holes at your grody ho from his cronies' whip

Eating like the kids when you take 'em off ritalin

Throwing temper tantrums at the window of your whip again

Sweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish over

Tracks damaged like the leg he limping to the barn with

Chickenshits

Temper 'bout as thick as tips of pencils is

Missiles to the picket fence

Who spit as good fingerlickin' bitch bet, it's

36 Fish netted like the hook was inefficient