LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ryan W

You say I set my bars too high
I suggest you stay in limbo
Find someone else to write
While you're down there
Tell your new pen pal
There's a new writer round here
Like you lost your rhymes, but
Didn't loose em... right around here
Lucky for me the copyright is free ah
Ya not to bright like a burnt out light
They gon' know you got it from me ah
Better hope I never see you on the street ah
Run your ass down and I ain't even on my feet ah
The game's on now, hungry?, better find you a "peeta"
Cuz the only way to defeat me
Is wit a whole fxxxin' team ahhhh

So you wanna steal from me
But can you run like a "cheetah"?
Heel to toe with some leaps
Brand new Nikes or Adidas
Came out the pussy slow, like
You don't know where ya "fetus"
Missing chromosomes
Back home they call you Cletus
Keep tellin' yourself lies
Till you can't stand to believe it
You wanna learn to write
But man, you won't achieve it
So take what's left of ya ride
And lean to where the passenger seat is
Cuz I'm drivin' this shit
Like Tiger Woods in this bitch
Best in the game, wait...
What'd you think I meant?

Shit, I don't even know where I'm going with this
I done come too far
An completely missed her tits
But that chick across the street
At least now we know she spits
So whenever I start the beat
She begins lickin' her lips
Cuz I'm full of compliments
Overflowing with ideas
Which makes me confident I won't find you
Looking over here ah
Imagine dragon your name over mine
Gonna make you a believaa
Every time I see ya
Day or night, I don't have to fight
Got time on my side
When the clock strikes
I just write....... go ahead
Try and fill ya thirsty mind
If you ain't get it yet
I bet you missed the punch line
Your rhymes are so basic
Is that why ya lookin so down?
you should get a face lift
I believe in life after love
It's the same shit
I don't Cher my heart wit
just anyone, you dumb bitch

Cuz this ring on my hand
Not even quarter of a carat
I don't care about the "wait"
I'm not impatient, I just ware it
But my wife got the rock
And all these hoes can't stand it
Bitch can't even walk
She goes around hand standin'
She always smiles when she talk
Those that know her, understand it
Cuz I got miles of HA
So she accept my hand in marriage
But now you got all the "thots"
got so many you can't manage
When these hoes start taking shots
You'll be permanently brain damaged

I'm here to educate you dawg
Fix them broken bones like a bandage
Cuz when I "wrap" it up
You`ll start to "heel" like I command it
You hold strong boy, command strips
When your gone, leave no trace
It's evident, there isn't any evidence
To suggest you're still relevant
You ain't even on my level
Crooked at best I guess
Well to hell with it
I sentence you to a life time of this
I just put on my fxxxin' horns
You call me a prick?
But metaphorically speaking....I'm a thorn