DJ Wonderboy - Confessions Of A Lyricist lyrics

[Verse 1: Frzy] Welcome to my life This is quite the hobby So I'mma k** this sh** 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 motherf**ers 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 n***as quiet as tippy toes I throw blows And leave a n***a a bloody nose I run my city Y'all b**hes 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 f** what ya record says [Verse 2: Frzy] I must confess I'm the sickest at spittin' My n***a 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 n***as That hardly do it That's been a drill For you b**h n***as 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 f** 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 n***as And leave families with egg whites Or make 'em need x-rays I give 'em insight Look f**er I ain't no s**er If the sh**'s rigged Then I must be a trucker Pucker up and try to kiss my a** 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