Lyrics

My nouns are and my verbs do things And my adjectives snitch when my adverbs sing My prepositions will let you know where I'm at And when I'm there, these pronouns will lend a voice to the cat My nouns are and my verbs do things And my adjectives snitch when my adverbs sing My prepositions will let you know where I'm at And when I'm there, these pronouns will lend a voice to the cat You see the illustrated man painting pictures with his hands As the illest when i visit every image in the stanza My wrists run the red and blue ink While my yin and yang covers every thought that you could think Glow water droppin' every single plop that you could plimp Til you take that wrong turn comes the clinkin in the clink Cold cockin' World record clockin in my sleep Rockin beats in the jungle got me knockin over trees Feel the breeze Its me breathing for these Cold seasons John's adam Benedict creepin', no treason Hancock for Franklin Reasonable bankin' Watch your back, bacon, mistakes is medium-well My competition CD and frail Pop jaws like Advil this is the season o' hell Spit ice the size of anvils to your demise's handheld This ain't a Gameboy, this cartridge is where your man fell Try to fuck with me, we can scrap like the landfill Rappin' outta Highland Park and drunkin' off o' bad pills Life is kinda blurry, though Blow a sasquatch 'cause I'm the grittiest motherfucker to grab the mic My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my, grammar is my Grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My posse, my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my, grammar is my Grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My grammar is my posse My-my-my My nouns are and my verbs do things And my adjectives snitch when my adverbs sing My prepositions will let you know where I'm at And when I'm there, these pronouns will lend a voice to the cat