slang_doctor
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my name is ben grose
i keep a pen close
i can blend quotes
i've known and wrote
wth head flows and i'm
extending blows,
to perplex and then end
any foe. fake rappers know
that they light and im heavy rope.
im thick like a cuban link,
so hot, so humid in here it stinks,
this is a lyrical feast, i'm beasting up
so do you think im like the kind that
rich kids wear around they neck?
a paycheck in the form of anklets,
necklesses and bracelets?
just face it, you've grown complacent.
you're a big mess, you wreck less, kid
sniffing Diet Coke and bitchin why
am i broke? you must be sippin brew for
breakfast, while im cool and speckless.
if you question, the power of my solar plexus
will reck shit. its like a verbal erection
get vindictive, get to big dickin women
like a lethal injection. all i get is,
physical mention (ben grose)
then quizzical interjection (who?)
but lyrics are next dimension
and essentially what i'm bessin is the
next extension of true school
i'm hyper extending tension at
any stupid fool. im out for gouda
cheese, no prudes and some buddha
please, iwant judas on his knees,
so i can put a cap in the beast.
after me its disaster thats seen,
like a pyramid structure the
experiment's function is
i'm real and im pumpin here
do you feel that i'm up to something?
i know the ropes im eatin hoes a la mode,
smokin dope drinking whisky and soda.
once was feeling like my life was over,
but in control of microphones im growing
steadily bolder. write with a pencil,
erase experimental, love the bass in
instrumental lace it heavy then i'm into,
the paper chase, with my man Minsu.
all i know's you'd better pay me on schedule.
and if i'm not paid quick, i'd say fuck you
like it was done with an aids dick.
because i know you got revenue,
i got revenue too, but if they find the
residue in your rec room your record
could get federal. so if you know the rules,
what you better do, is move like good head'll do
and come quick, you know i got the dumb dick,
chicks i'm making some sick and i got it thumb thick.
i keep a pen close
i can blend quotes
i've known and wrote
wth head flows and i'm
extending blows,
to perplex and then end
any foe. fake rappers know
that they light and im heavy rope.
im thick like a cuban link,
so hot, so humid in here it stinks,
this is a lyrical feast, i'm beasting up
so do you think im like the kind that
rich kids wear around they neck?
a paycheck in the form of anklets,
necklesses and bracelets?
just face it, you've grown complacent.
you're a big mess, you wreck less, kid
sniffing Diet Coke and bitchin why
am i broke? you must be sippin brew for
breakfast, while im cool and speckless.
if you question, the power of my solar plexus
will reck shit. its like a verbal erection
get vindictive, get to big dickin women
like a lethal injection. all i get is,
physical mention (ben grose)
then quizzical interjection (who?)
but lyrics are next dimension
and essentially what i'm bessin is the
next extension of true school
i'm hyper extending tension at
any stupid fool. im out for gouda
cheese, no prudes and some buddha
please, iwant judas on his knees,
so i can put a cap in the beast.
after me its disaster thats seen,
like a pyramid structure the
experiment's function is
i'm real and im pumpin here
do you feel that i'm up to something?
i know the ropes im eatin hoes a la mode,
smokin dope drinking whisky and soda.
once was feeling like my life was over,
but in control of microphones im growing
steadily bolder. write with a pencil,
erase experimental, love the bass in
instrumental lace it heavy then i'm into,
the paper chase, with my man Minsu.
all i know's you'd better pay me on schedule.
and if i'm not paid quick, i'd say fuck you
like it was done with an aids dick.
because i know you got revenue,
i got revenue too, but if they find the
residue in your rec room your record
could get federal. so if you know the rules,
what you better do, is move like good head'll do
and come quick, you know i got the dumb dick,
chicks i'm making some sick and i got it thumb thick.
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