i keep em in an oracle database i built in my spare time while sitting at home, lonely, freebase freebasin car chasin lyrical styles that make you vomit like mace like a dog in a lake on a log thats rollin tossing trees fishin pole'n got your lip on a treble hook you blab all day, never reading books uneducated with a style that never made it takin notes on my ryhmes cause you too jaded and always faded you a shrinky-dink in the oven you small, gets no lovin our crew's like a coven we witchin your town keep shit funky and underground living dead comin' up out the burial mound like the lost boys in cruz we drain your juice take you to the dog pound put you to sleep wake up foo MEEP creep in too deep youre mud on the rims of my jeep tarnish on my gold teeth dead leafs on a wreath so far beneath this rhyme i can't even throw you a dime so flip a coin, heads or tails either way, it's coffin nails my green mile is short you in adamz court i put mills lane to shame bald head, got no game droppin names, makin claims die'n for the fames "bitches get ripped off like nicorette" my rimez gettin prescribed like viagra flowin wide and fast like niagra now watch me shag ya in the 80s i laser tagged ya