LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By KnowLedge

(Verse 1)
ion't need a controller to control-the game,i'm changing like switchin-a-disc :
only acrobatics I was doing coming up were cartwheels I wasn't flippin-a-brick
now i'm flippin the bird, without ever touching a beak-or spatula :
lately TV been only showin monster flicks I see a-lot of Draculas
soulless people who make a livin off of suckin :
wheres Woody Harrelon we're in Zombieland, lotta dead men walkin in public
plus-Chris likes nice fabric, so on a full moon I wear-wolf :
when I go out to bowl,though its not my sport, but I strike everything in my lane, won't spare-you
split yo' wig like a new hair-do,and like what a hare-do, i'ma fxxx like a rabbit and i'm rabid:
with rappin while wrappin a rapper in wrapper thats plastic
since broads are trip, and these niggas are baggage and hasbins :
while Chris has-been, doing ishh that never has-been done on this planet because I plan-it
jest gimme my-space,i'm not social...ha, get the message when I go postal
I set the world on fire,and y'all worried about some global...
WARMING, when this shit right chea is a warning,
all hell has been unleashed, see me without a chain and a set of horns on my forehead