Cold Blood - Lyrikz for Thought (Livin' a Dream) lyrics

Girls make me livid, usually I'm shy and timid But till the finish skys the limit when I'm in it diminish the cynics I'm so finished with this impish shrimp sh** and pimp sh** with dimwit misfits We spittin images with rhymes not limericks Having girl problems? Its ok we're all awkward Look at snow white at the Oscars Or when Jamal Crawford stabs Ray with a double crossover What a shocker Agenda stopper like Kemba Walker in the 4th quarter of a two point game The only tomcat on the Charlotte Bobcats He deserves more credit and he deserves more fame Seeing as he's short legged like a wombat remember the name Prepare for combat Fatigue when we play rivals It won't be rigged like the N.B.A Finals Don't cheat me like P.E.D needles sticking out the vagina Mark my words you don't wanna acquire a bad habit Now McGwire can only stay 10 years on the Hall of Fame ballot Real talent will always prevail Would you rather break records Or break bonds between truth and the good in you Does Miggy really hit baseballs over walls? And the baseball version of Biggie Smalls I pinkie promise not to tell Is that failure or do your feet smell Are you really that big or do you just eat well But while I'm spitting raps you're spitting sunflower seed shells And putting gunpowder where b.u.t.t spells You'll go from good to joke to good joke like D-Will Should you choke you'll end up broke living off weed sales Candid when you're caught red handed Used to take for granted nothings easy Worked hard cause “my mother needs me” then you got greedy Started single handedly beefing but it lasted briefly And people started keeping their eyes peeled There seemed to be a different playing field Then the rocket crash landed on venus Seeing stars, that are heterogeneous The fame lasted shorter than the chances of a Dodgers Pennant and Roger Clemens penis Hank is still chief like kleenex with Henderson leadoff We doff our hats then plead stop Physically stronger but really weakened We leap off into the deep end The weekend has been depleted I'm beaten they either disappear or get caught Can you hear it or not, their jeering the lot These are my lyrics for thought And yo Granny had a bazooka Tryna seduce ya it was gruesome Is Manny being Manny or is Manny being Medusa Lemma introduce ya to manaconda It's kinda like the hand of Rajon Rondo I'm not accusing you of using Am I blaming you for prima donna drama like Obama meeting the Dalai Lama I'm sorry but yo mamas a rainbow iguana Hold tight to your pajama bottom and have some scapegoat lasagna with Leon Trotsky You asking the perks of being Nazi but it's World War Z so be a zombie You really need a hobby like a seasoned paparazzi Maybe learn karate It's a suicide mission like Kamikaze Close call, 5, 6, s** my dick that's a head ball Bobble my head or my ball and it made me sick, like Bill Buckner in ‘86 Mix that with dick pics and you got fish and chips Doritos mommy? Gazpachos please b**h that's nacho cheese Don't touch it, it might crumble like Manny Machado's knees Ur f**ing with some not so macho chimpanzees We're the r to the ape if you are what you ate I got yo recipe I'll be in ecstasy if you mess with me but it's all good Jane don't even question my identity We got plenty of chemistry between us and our enemies War between humans and chimps goes back centuries Forget movies and documentaries Planet of the apes is just complementary to the struggle we have Want another recap The story is complete and I can't see a gap I don't want no trouble But if this is slipping through your fingers like a soap bubble You losing your touch like the D O double, G I don't mean to be acting motherly but don't smother me My double entendres are dropped quite subtlety Don't pick um up that'll make for an ugly scene My discovery was an utter luxury But if you play games I'll turn bloodthirsty quite suddenly Got knuckle knees I'll buckle these Double d b**hes better juggle these Still looking for the final damn puzzle piece Don't even think about making a wish or taking your pick Don't take a hit song and make it sh** Take a sh** cuz I'll spank a b**h Don't gimme that Weird Al Yankovic Girls make me livid But the same time they let me live a dream with a rap magazine Found you I found happiness I found a pot of gold And I won't settle for friendship especially those of old But it's damn hard to keep in touch when I rap like god's son Only thing I can touch is touch down back in Boston Wrong football though you kickin it with hope's solo offspring I'm a dope virtuoso and I'm often talking about controlling the flow like a faucet I'mma go ahead and say, I'm awesome I got O instead of A, I'm flawless It's like we agreed to accept she's aweless But when ya in need of solace Imma be technical like Rasheed Wallace And Imma be speedy, like Gonzales Cuz technical speed is what ya need to succeed Ta stampede the force field and supersede the other girls you exceed Dam