[The Chris]

I swing through like Tarzan clenchin' the vine/
with two canine teeth puncturing your jugular, ready to dine/
than run counterclockwise numbers on your girl, like I was telling time/
this is a lyrical massacre inducing head trama to the mebrane, you should have seen the sign/


My tactics will overwhelm your nerve system in the drop of a dime/
take control of your cerebral cortex and create muisc with your intestines like a chime/
than sit you front row in my tutor session for "this is how you rhyme."

These similies and metaphores cause cancer mutations like toxic waste/
while your words are bitten from childrens' books in one quick "copy paste"/
That online persona isn't fooling anyone, and was created in utter haste/
because when you spit, I got my d!*k in her mouth, you swallow my semen every time you kiss her, can you taste?/

But it's understandable that my stature and essence is something you can't even beging to contemplate/
Don't worry though, I'm willing to integrate/
In due time, I'll get you to drop that homo power ranger s*!t and set you "straight"/

Don't matter how you digest it, this antacide is hot/
I don't expect you to keep up, like a tinker tot/
got more crack inspired mental processes brewing in the pot/
who you think got Lil' John in the club takin Likashots?/
stumbling all over the dance floor like you were caught in a twista/
my punchlines take the breath from your lungs like a true Chi-town heavy hitta/
It don't matter if you think you got figuas/
because I can create diamonds with my hands like my name is jigga/

It's a dynasty.



Edited By The Chris on 1114692093