Post by Just say no to drugs on Jun 27, 2011 20:27:09 GMT -5
"Iiiiiii'mmmm ccccrrrrraaaaazzzzyyy part 2pac; Insane!”
I’ve got myself a really - really big secret that will kill me if I tell
I know 2pac! But who gives a fuck right? Yeah I hear, ya o’ well
I’ve learned so much growing up in Pinegrove! Pinegrove!
Drug dealers, drug addicts, hoes and yeah, I know I know
You’re just a fake ass wanna be thug Pac, now that’s what’s up
You can’t be me - you ain’t gangsta, you wanna pull your pants up?
So fuck your Thug Life or Dhuglife, and your butt wife?
You’re just a fag from being fucked in jail, what a life
I’ve never spent a day. night, or weekend behind bars
I’m a heterosexual who has no boys or bodyguards
I just have some pussy to finger while sitting at them hot Roxy tittie bars
And a whole bunch of cops behind me in their black and white cop cars
I don’t have to dial 911, they follow me around like feds disguised with scars
They’re the same undercover cops who got the drop on you and stopped yours
Hey Pac, you know you ain’t gonna do shit!
Because I’ll do you like how I did the last bitch
I don’t need to watch my back, we ain’t ever gonna meet
You’re just a fucking pussy Pac, soft, and way past sweet
You’re just FOLLOWING that gangster trend; you’ve got absolutely no technique
Toting guns, selling drugs, pimping hoes, who hasn’t done that? You ain’t unique
Now turn around take two lefts and a right and come on back to Newberry
I won’t be there smoking that laced weed with YOUR friends Sue and Jerry
You ain’t gonna do shit, who you? You ain’t gonna bury
Like you said to me when we were online: “You’re just a keyboard warrior?”
Your own game, your own lyrics, and you’re own words will even bore ya
Because I know your subliminal messages really did bore the living crap out me
You ain’t got the balls Pac, so I know you ain’t ever gonna get to see more of me
I’ll be listening but I know I won’t hear any of your pussy little gunshots
I roll with the only gangstas that can round up the thugs; it’s them cops!
Like you said in your 2Die4 album: “I’m a ghost” and you were right Pac; you are so fucking retarded!
You’re also a bisexual; that’s why you’re always trying to talk to me about masturbation and how you just farted
I’m constantly pushing you away
Save your replies for another day
Pac you wanna talk shit,
hear me pop, stop. then dip
Don’t fucking lie to everyone; you and I know you know me
You have to hide behind your boys crying like: “He owe me!”
Pac, you can’t deny the last time you and I were talking face to face
You gotta pretend like it never happened lying everywhere you go place to place
Scared out of you mind pressing hard on your keyboard like: “Erase! Erase!”
You claim that you’re a thug Pac but I disprove that with every case after case
You’re the only one who’s impressed with yourself
You’re the one who had to wear a bulletproof vest for help
2pac, everyone knows you’re so fucking corny
I head the 2die4 album and you still bore me
Everybody’s better off listening to my story
You’re just that washed up rapper at forty
Fuck your hidden messages
Facts, fictions, and guesses it’s
Either you faked your death and you’re alive or you didn’t and you’re dead
Are you The Don Killuminati or are you afraid of me, the Illuminati, or the fed
You live life by a code of some nerdy white boy
Leaving clues behind and you knew that I liked Joy!
So you jumped in the way like: “Goodnight boy”!
Pac, I’ve known your bitch ass since I was five
I was born and raised on that Pine Grove Drive
Despite the efforts of you I’ll continue to survive
I’ve watched you pretend to be Bishop and I’ve
Been keeping your hard earned worthless royalties from you
Because you just have to live this way; always leaving a clue
Speaking in tongue; that’s shits so corny, uninteresting, and dumb too
You’re not accomplishing anything because all your fans just misconstrue
And still you and your “Thug Life” continue on dropping a subliminal clue
But again ain’t nobody listening to that shit – you stupid fucking fool!
We live life straight forward with no subliminals - just blatant
I’m the only heterosexual left see? That ain’t no fucking faking
I don’t even have to try - I’ll smoke you corny little Outlaw Immortals all fucking day
I kicked some logic, smacked you across the face, then you puffed and crawled away
I’m just having fun here; ducking, dodging, joking, jiving, and shaking
Can’t nobody catch me! 2pacs got my back and even he has it mistaken
(Yeah I know...weird huh?)
By Trolls_are_welcomed
© 2011 Trolls_are_welcomed (All rights reserved)
Don't get all upset there are just words that rhyme, that's all!
I’ve got myself a really - really big secret that will kill me if I tell
I know 2pac! But who gives a fuck right? Yeah I hear, ya o’ well
I’ve learned so much growing up in Pinegrove! Pinegrove!
Drug dealers, drug addicts, hoes and yeah, I know I know
You’re just a fake ass wanna be thug Pac, now that’s what’s up
You can’t be me - you ain’t gangsta, you wanna pull your pants up?
So fuck your Thug Life or Dhuglife, and your butt wife?
You’re just a fag from being fucked in jail, what a life
I’ve never spent a day. night, or weekend behind bars
I’m a heterosexual who has no boys or bodyguards
I just have some pussy to finger while sitting at them hot Roxy tittie bars
And a whole bunch of cops behind me in their black and white cop cars
I don’t have to dial 911, they follow me around like feds disguised with scars
They’re the same undercover cops who got the drop on you and stopped yours
Hey Pac, you know you ain’t gonna do shit!
Because I’ll do you like how I did the last bitch
I don’t need to watch my back, we ain’t ever gonna meet
You’re just a fucking pussy Pac, soft, and way past sweet
You’re just FOLLOWING that gangster trend; you’ve got absolutely no technique
Toting guns, selling drugs, pimping hoes, who hasn’t done that? You ain’t unique
Now turn around take two lefts and a right and come on back to Newberry
I won’t be there smoking that laced weed with YOUR friends Sue and Jerry
You ain’t gonna do shit, who you? You ain’t gonna bury
Like you said to me when we were online: “You’re just a keyboard warrior?”
Your own game, your own lyrics, and you’re own words will even bore ya
Because I know your subliminal messages really did bore the living crap out me
You ain’t got the balls Pac, so I know you ain’t ever gonna get to see more of me
I’ll be listening but I know I won’t hear any of your pussy little gunshots
I roll with the only gangstas that can round up the thugs; it’s them cops!
Like you said in your 2Die4 album: “I’m a ghost” and you were right Pac; you are so fucking retarded!
You’re also a bisexual; that’s why you’re always trying to talk to me about masturbation and how you just farted
I’m constantly pushing you away
Save your replies for another day
Pac you wanna talk shit,
hear me pop, stop. then dip
Don’t fucking lie to everyone; you and I know you know me
You have to hide behind your boys crying like: “He owe me!”
Pac, you can’t deny the last time you and I were talking face to face
You gotta pretend like it never happened lying everywhere you go place to place
Scared out of you mind pressing hard on your keyboard like: “Erase! Erase!”
You claim that you’re a thug Pac but I disprove that with every case after case
You’re the only one who’s impressed with yourself
You’re the one who had to wear a bulletproof vest for help
2pac, everyone knows you’re so fucking corny
I head the 2die4 album and you still bore me
Everybody’s better off listening to my story
You’re just that washed up rapper at forty
Fuck your hidden messages
Facts, fictions, and guesses it’s
Either you faked your death and you’re alive or you didn’t and you’re dead
Are you The Don Killuminati or are you afraid of me, the Illuminati, or the fed
You live life by a code of some nerdy white boy
Leaving clues behind and you knew that I liked Joy!
So you jumped in the way like: “Goodnight boy”!
Pac, I’ve known your bitch ass since I was five
I was born and raised on that Pine Grove Drive
Despite the efforts of you I’ll continue to survive
I’ve watched you pretend to be Bishop and I’ve
Been keeping your hard earned worthless royalties from you
Because you just have to live this way; always leaving a clue
Speaking in tongue; that’s shits so corny, uninteresting, and dumb too
You’re not accomplishing anything because all your fans just misconstrue
And still you and your “Thug Life” continue on dropping a subliminal clue
But again ain’t nobody listening to that shit – you stupid fucking fool!
We live life straight forward with no subliminals - just blatant
I’m the only heterosexual left see? That ain’t no fucking faking
I don’t even have to try - I’ll smoke you corny little Outlaw Immortals all fucking day
I kicked some logic, smacked you across the face, then you puffed and crawled away
I’m just having fun here; ducking, dodging, joking, jiving, and shaking
Can’t nobody catch me! 2pacs got my back and even he has it mistaken
(Yeah I know...weird huh?)
By Trolls_are_welcomed
© 2011 Trolls_are_welcomed (All rights reserved)
Don't get all upset there are just words that rhyme, that's all!