You choke on the mic like a chokin' B. Rabbit
It's an ill habit, how Slim makes you go weak at it
Energize the pen like a Sith Lord's lightening
Rhyming for the crown, my sound is so frightening
So uhh, deep throat, girl, keep sucking it
I know it feels good cause you fucking love a dick
A strong need, code green - weed!
Stoned in the park, with the art to bone chicks in the dark
The Joker, too skilled for poker
You rap, but you sound worse than a croaker
Blue balls, Slim trolls with the flows
The wizard, got mighty words cold as a blizzard
*The original verse:
Slim Fiasco wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAAtoyHCxUc
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
You battle, you're saying goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal