Book of Rhymes

I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down

I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around

Still here now stop me how

Your opinion's like a broken calculator that s**t doesn't count

Shut your motherf**king mouth

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have so like my balls I'm in my bag (my bag)

I get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad) sick of wrestlin' this iPad (iPad)

Unsuccessfully I might add (might add) and I know it's best to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with readin' everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap (til I snap)

But I need to get off the internet

Get off the internet

I need to get on the mic

Get on the mic

You need to get off the internet

Internet

You need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on s**t

Comment on s**t

'Specially s**t you don't like

S**t you don't like

Don't like it don't listen but don't tell me about your favorite rapper

rippin' some s**t he didn't write

What happened to Slim?

He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With a cloud he's yelling "At it again"

I talk to your mother she told me she love me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

She said kicks some fly s**t

Fly s**t

I said I got wings on my a*s

Wings on my a*s

Told her my d**k's a cockpit

D**k's a cockpit

I fly by the seat of my pants

Seat of my pants

Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded

This Instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

When did it start

I been cold hearted in this heart

Since kindergarten mental sharpness

Which makes Slim a walking Dentist office, b***h I invented flossin'

Yeah I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)

Now I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)

I can not have no success (have no success) unless when I finally make it (finally make it)

I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters)

Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up

My flow is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols

I don't care it's Music To Be Murdered By

So Bon Iver can swallow a ****in' Ja Rule bobblehead

Then die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)

Ha ha

Low sniper I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull is fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires smoke tires and

Y'all are flow biters

So I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

Illa

Haven't used all the tricks I had

So like my balls it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift of gab and pen to pad

Turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks

Spit your d**nedest you're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t, villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet, biblical s**t's finna hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus

is gonna trigger the ingoramus

To think of the most ridiculous s**t then spit

Then pin it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious these idiots witty as s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammers

Get your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for

Then put your helmet on strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with

Or to go against, f**k would you wanna do that for

No offense, but are you retards slow or dense

A f**kin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal

But every thought is so ill and so methodical

Thought I swallowed a pill I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame

Choice I made swore someday

The world would pay less to lose more to gain

Daughters raised yesterday glory days adored and praised

Ignore the hate address the fake

Toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came

Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away but the more you claim

That you're gonna point and aim

If it join a gang, your s**t isn't goin' to bang

You're just boring, lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain but a storm-less brain

The most you can form is rain

Your s**t is pointless shame as a scoreless game

So b***h quit lyin' your denyin' like Mr Porter's name (Ha-ha)

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire motor (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes my book of rhymes

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes my book of rhymes

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside