Book of Rhymes

I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down
I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around
Still here now stop me how
Your opinion's like a broken calculator that s**t doesn't count
Shut your motherf**king mouth
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
Haven't used all the tricks I have so like my balls I'm in my bag (my bag)
I get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad) sick of wrestlin' this iPad (iPad)
Unsuccessfully I might add (might add) and I know it's best to leave it lie
But even I get obsessed with readin' everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap (til I snap)
But I need to get off the internet
Get off the internet
I need to get on the mic
Get on the mic
You need to get off the internet
Internet
You need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on s**t
Comment on s**t
'Specially s**t you don't like
S**t you don't like
Don't like it don't listen but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
rippin' some s**t he didn't write
What happened to Slim?
He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
With a cloud he's yelling "At it again"
I talk to your mother she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me she showed me the Dougie
Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)
She said kicks some fly s**t
Fly s**t
I said I got wings on my a*s
Wings on my a*s
Told her my d**k's a cockpit
D**k's a cockpit
I fly by the seat of my pants
Seat of my pants
Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded
This Instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges
When did it start
I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten mental sharpness
Which makes Slim a walking Dentist office, b***h I invented flossin'
Yeah I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)
Now I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)
I can not have no success (have no success) unless when I finally make it (finally make it)
I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters)
Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up
My flow is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols
I don't care it's Music To Be Murdered By
So Bon Iver can swallow a ****in' Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)
Ha ha
Low sniper I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull is fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires smoke tires and
Y'all are flow biters
So I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
Illa
Haven't used all the tricks I had
So like my balls it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks
Spit your d**nedest you're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t, villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet, biblical s**t's finna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
is gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous s**t then spit
Then pin it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious these idiots witty as s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammers
Get your whole squad, send a task force in
If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for
Then put your helmet on strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with
Or to go against, f**k would you wanna do that for
No offense, but are you retards slow or dense
A f**kin' penny has more sense
Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal
But every thought is so ill and so methodical
Thought I swallowed a pill I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame
Choice I made swore someday
The world would pay less to lose more to gain
Daughters raised yesterday glory days adored and praised
Ignore the hate address the fake
Toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away but the more you claim
That you're gonna point and aim
If it join a gang, your s**t isn't goin' to bang
You're just boring, lame and more of the same
You have an enormous chain but a storm-less brain
The most you can form is rain
Your s**t is pointless shame as a scoreless game
So b***h quit lyin' your denyin' like Mr Porter's name (Ha-ha)
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire motor (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Preemo take us out
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside