eye of the beeholder
eye of the fly swatter
i got my eye on your fly daughter
i oughta blow her a kiss i oughta
i oughta get up and go no where
i gotta no when i wanted a maybe and i dont care
im not that crazy
just a little bitter and alotta lazy
sippin street liqour with a straw
like odb baby i like it raw
im a tsar, im a star, im bizzare with the flow
im professional
im a let you know im a let you down
before i come through your town
ima shake the ground where ever i walk like a tremor
i talk like a winner but im a sinner
im a be late for lunch but im a be early for dinner
i munch a box bunch a crunch at the movies
i gotta month i lost it all for some booty
i oughta get up and go get that oooweee
i gotta boombox am/fm radio that use me
i gotta pat on the back and atta boy
i gotta magic hat that aint at a toy
i gotta way with words 7-8-0 rhyme server
i gotta way with murder
cause im some kinda crime fighter
killin the villinous rhyme biters
just for lookin nasty or lookin at me
im lookin both ways as the cars pass me
im a know it all but dont ask me
and lastly i won gold half speed
some call me lovely some call me tacky
some call me daddy when we in my back seat
you know i know no diggity like blackstreet
whats that speach wheres they at lassie
the medicine gives my head a spin
but ever since that bad E
i dont know where ive been
or was it the reddest hennysee there could ever be
there was only ever me and my everything
im not a bird or a plane im a superhero dude
on everything i do i like her in the nude
hard as they come, is only apart of my fasad
i walk with that swagga like i party with god
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