My Song 30

[Intro]
Thirty, Dirty (x8)

[Hook]
My song thirty, Way too dirty (x8)

[Verse 1]
Ye, I kick this shit for your poppa
Your girls having fun with me, I call her Cindy Lauper
Your honor, I swear, I tried to stop her
It's all an act and it's staged, so just prop her
She ain't proper, just TV Tropolis
Restraining order and still she be on top of this
Takes some talent though, wonder who taught the bitch
Time for a new one, no need to talk to Hitch
So let me drop to pitch, talk the shit, clock the wrist
Walk a bit, pop a cist, while doing the opposite
Raise it up, blaze it up, ripped all day's enough
Crave the stuff, brave and tough, pass around and take a puff
Mmm, now tell me how ya feel
You're dreamin' 'bout my semen and it's seamin' so real
Money's bananas so all the girls appeal
And that's how we do it like it's Deal or No Deal

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Where'd I leave off, I swear I tee'd off
I been hittin' home runs and still I lead off
I millipede off, I step my feet off
Now ain't her knees soft drainin' my eavestrough
I heard her eavesdroppin', started E poppin'
Got a couple bills, now I'm T shoppin'
Got my stee boppin', often beat droppin'
Locked in heat coffins, constantly coughin'
Examinations cause inflammination
Arthritic clinics I critic the damn nation
During duration, wait, I'm too patient
During creation I find myself pacing
Writing to tighten my rhymes, I feel enlightened at times
I'm finished fightin' my crimes, time to erase it
I throw my likes in, hittin' up Tyson
Your girls a dyson, suckin' just to taste it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Always leave it up to me to break the ice
If you guys want beef, take a slice
I don't want it on me to take a life
But you're just wanting to be a sacrifice
If you're wanting to leave, ask me nice
Absolutely no need to ask me twice
I can get by, being a classy guy
Beneath my glasses high, cause shit don't pass me by
Ye

[Outro]