by tadpole25 » Jan 14th, '13, 15:30
get your mom out the stable, that whores looking horse faced
of course, i put big ray in his place, torch his face, with my lyrical grace,
come to his porch, ring his door, and spray, my fusillade, a flurry
of rhymes, but dont worry, in due times, i get mine, but i aint in a hurry
"I take yall diss as endearment - I love it when I hear it
Maybe words offensive - free speech I don't fear it
Maybe music can take us to a place so atmospheric
Beyond our greatest imagination, illuminatin' experience
If we open our ears and close our inhibitions, it's clear"
- Tadpole