A.Marsh - T.A.G lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Tykoon] I'm in front like a roobar Speeding through like a puma Penis won't stop growing, women think it's a tumour I see you think that's funny Call it vitreous humour I'm the sh**tiest human Straight hideous loser Under the doona I'll pull my dick out to spoon ya Call me the serial rooter I get around like a rumour Probably needing a neuter Cause of girls on computers Who claim their clean as a flute But stink of fresh barracuda, Uh! [Verse 2: Genesis] I came to this world a fiend Looking through the cracks staring at a TV screen My habitat HV always causing a scene I can't relax cause we're constantly chasing this green Know what I mean? Cause we're all tryna' capture this vision You can call it rap to me, its a f**ing religion Rap gods with the verses and the scriptures they've written Change the culture for a next generation of children And thats real My thoughts are in a mix, my mind is the producer That stone cold sh**, my eyes have seen medusa Rhythm sharp shooter, one shot one k** With the sk** that i feel like you shoulda' heard soona' There ain't' nothing smoother, that eases my soul Its that landslide effect and I'm still on a roll Like the stone and like the AJ, they never get old I want the sound you just can't explain if your told [Verse 3: MC Tykoon] Yo, I've been think about switching names on the pronto From tyke to Gordon Gecko Cause you know im making that dough Thats right for the baking and sweet pastrys What you eat when your stoned Now ima' let you know, down low how my game go Leaving lad's and metros looking straight petro A to the M, not Adelaide Metro Imma see the last letter and ah, perfecto I hate f*gs, but dont have a problem with gay people I stay evil, all ones who degrade and enslave people A great sequel, to all the ones who came before me When im performing Your getting knocked the f** out like George Forman My girl disappointed its 40 inches but all foreskin Forsaking my existence like, whys half my penis missing? I guess some questions aren't meant to be answered And three wishes aren't meant to be granted Granted the three wishes will be wasted on me Disrespectful, illiterate little sh** I don't cross my T's