LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By KnowLedge

(Verse 1)
Musics in my jeans/genes, so why be surprised when I say that Hip-Hop is in my pockets
Long with some lint,a pack of orbit & condoms
Cause I plan on fxxxing you bubble-gum rappers-up
Being leeches and fatherless is no excuse for why you bastards-suck
at rappin/wrappin so damn bad, you're banned from packaging presents
On Christmas,now Chris-must be the future in the present
Present my gift to the world,I'm on-a-roll/honor roll like straight A's and butter
Just aiming for the dough/doe like a female deer-hunter
A-peer-puncher,if ya appear-under this here-brother of the struggle
you'll hear-brothers struggle to breathe,now run for cover
like it's cold-in-the-house, and my home-is-the-south, where po'in-the-brown
Gave me a problem, why you think I can't stop taking shots while holding-the-Crown
And my throne-is-muh-town, I reign/rain supreme, til it floods, float-or-be-drowned
In my current flow,you're forced to swallow, if ya' open-ya-mouth
with an attempt to speak back,some thing no foe-is-allowed
Cause like the Arctic Circle, I'm the coldest-around