Confessions Of A Lyricist

[Verse 1: Frzy]
Welcome to my life
This is quite the hobby
So I'mma kill this shit
Y'all hide the body
Cause what you did I did
But mine is like a zombie
While these pyramid schemes screaming Illuminati
A bunch of thirsty motherfuckers chillin' in the lobby
So I hit 'em wit the tommy
Wet like tsunamis
Ya broke sorry
Ya paper folding like origami
Ya financial state is red
Did u vote for Romney
You ain't better then the boy the whole city knows
I make noise
Y'all niggas quiet as tippy toes
I throw blows
And leave a nigga a bloody nose
I run my city
Y'all bitches be runnin pantyhose
I can tell you a tale a story from the living though
They been afraid
I leave they beef in the marinade
I'm gettin' paid
I cut ahead
I'm givin' fades
Now I'm first in line
Fuck what ya record says

[Verse 2: Frzy]
I must confess
I'm the sickest at spittin'
My nigga let me dish
I'm not stable
My foundation is make a wish
Should I ball like y'all
Just to hear the swish
I'm debating this
So I probably will never catch a fish
I hardly do it
But rip niggas
That hardly do it
That's been a drill
For you bitch niggas allergic to it
See I knew
They never do it
When they pursue it
Karrine Stefan's got jealous
By the way they blew it
See I been through it
All that pain though
'Cause in my city
They would treat me like Django
But now that I'm Free
They can't fuck wit me
I decapitated DiCaprio's
All on my zapatos
Lord knows
I've experienced more lows
'Cause I'm a emcee
And I ain't never owned Loews
Plus I got hoes
That are allergic to clothes
So in a dark room I'm exposed
Picture that

[Verse 3: Frzy]
Here's the truth and only the truth
Hit the booth
You too couped
The top is the proof
Hit the roof
Here's the boot
I'm sorry you ain't got the loot
To tell the truth
I'll probably say you're a hoot
I got ace of spades
While I'm in this suit
So play ya cards right
Or it's 'gon be a long night
I yoke niggas
And leave families with egg whites
Or make 'em need x-rays
I give 'em insight
Look fucker
I ain't no sucker
If the shit's rigged
Then I must be a trucker
Pucker up and try to kiss my ass
The only thing I miss
Come with a crown and a sash
And just in case they boyfriends
Ever wanna thrash
I been working out my arms
Working on my abs
I been doing pullups
That don't leave a diaper rash
So when they take a dive
Look for the splash
Dag