mikeyoung1

Ok it's finally fucking warming up here!

A little nip of the happy sauce and my buddy Jimmy Pumpkin told me a story..Wanna read it?

Here ya go,

Check out the nuggets in buckets as I fuck it:
-----four-one-five is talkin jive-----
Well, I keep it alive in my area code-
I'm in leap mode like a toad - I flick my node.
As the lyrics unfold you're like "Whoa!"
We dance and I accidentally stepped on your toe.
I'm singing out rhymes cuz I owe you a favor.
I'm printing out rhymes on tissue paper.
I'm pissing on minds with my original flavor.
I'm getting designed to take it in the crater.
I'm hyper. More hyper than hyphy wearin' diapers.
I'm wetter than a horny snail without windshield wipers.
(What smells like India? Was that me?!) [?]
Sometime we can put our feet into the stream and flip.
Sometime we can grunt and squeeze and fall faint and get sick.
One time I could slam and scream. It was a trick.
One time I should rhyme sweaty over a guitar lick.
Sunshine on a sidewalk made completely of brick,
Some shine and say "Hi Cock!" and I laugh a little bit.
I've done enough blow to rip your blue jeans at the seams.
I'm buzzing simmers - my ink pen is octopus bright green.
Give me a trowel full of pow ... The gun show's in my nose.
I'm wearin' pantyhose - smiling in a clueless pose.
Cut and print... This is shit.. but at least this time..
Uhh, it's in Latin Manhatten like fuckin rhymes. [?]

[Thanks, Jimmy P!]