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Unholy Union PLC and Poet of Pain
PLC
If my shoes could fit on you
Then you'd understand all the shit I walked through
And comprehend this shit I do
And why rhymes flow from me like I was doctor Seuss
Forget flow get caught in the sluice
Like raggedy ghetto cornrows I come loose
I'm off my rocker
All my screws is loose
And caught in insanity I've got nothing to lose
I get nuts
Like I get butt from sluts
And bust slimy nuts
That gets swallowed in guts
There's a monster in me claws ripping outta me
With a thirst for medullas and unanestisized lobotomies
666 is the number the devils got on me
I spit fire from the hell inside of me
Within my pen lies more evil than sin
And within
That sin lies lies of repentance
That when ready to be confessed
Turn reticent
from the heart of a pyromaniac child
Who's mind is demented
Beyond parameters and dimensions
building castles of charisma
gifted like birthdays batmizvahs and Christmas
Paving the world with imagined good intentions
On a road that leads only to demise
Look into my eyes and see a worlds demise
P.O.P.
You see haters are real mad that their flows are so idle
Mad at these angelic vocals... chords like heaven's recital
Poetic zombies just rise and get with this revival
I thriller all of your Idols, make them second guess their title
I don't even have to murder these whores no more, MCs are suicidal
To rival This Duo here is like spitting on the bible
My voice is like a trumpet and the organs in me are vital
When we come oh it’s like the 4 horsemen unbridled
Survival of the fittest, just swallow it or spit it
Predition just let me hit it… this love child can we split it?
Raise it to be explicit Illicit be the best that ever did it
None of you pussys can stop me, I’m too lyrically Cocky
Your mediocre lil posses are looking real sloppy
Cafe Cliques… don’t throb cuz you cunts don’t GOT me
I’m what Frank Lucas was to that pure China Poppy
Weight a minute POpi them niggas be so Stifled
You’re life aint shit because ya boy didn’t write you
You’re insignificant and Trifle, I tower you like the Eiffel
A long French kiss comes from a bitch that will goodnight you
She Ikes you and straps one on and turn dudes to Tina
PLC baby bust when I say BUST!
Wet up them dreamers.
PLC AND P.O.P. 2008
