Pigeon - Master of Puppets

Pigeon - Master of Puppets

yo, I grab the mic and start spittin and hard hittin
with my bars sittin on the kicks and long rythms
the Pigeon, I'm so fly that my song's liftin
you claim your tight but even your thongs not fittin?
beware, I grab a pencil and the clock starts tickin
cuz I drop bombs bitch, rip a stage, you fall with it
step up to me and meet your faith, fool
cause I'll fuck you up, like when your mom raped you
everybody hates you, you could almost sue god
if the crowd was your family, you'd still get bued off
Ill hack you to nuggets then bat you to nothing
I aint pullin your leg but Im the master of puppets
its not my fault my rhymes are hall of fame material
and that the only hall you'll be in is Arsenio(faggot!)
get out of my face befo' I beat your bitch ass
cause you just a damn pussy, now go eat some whiskas


aight man, you the only wigga raisin the white flag
just cause I was spittin at you and you couldnt fight back
aint a fair player,I smash your head against a bike rack
my bad, but man I thought you'd like that
why's that? thought you wanted a black eye
Ill leave it to that and rest my case like a samsonite
Im mad tight, nah in fact Im mad and tight
when Im rappin like a tied up monster of frankenstein
acctually, Im spittin faster then an AK manually
and gradually you decrease so much you can live in your baggy jeans
you lack of steez, while I've got too much of it
you'd be mr scissorhands still you wouldnt be cuttin it
fuck it kid, dont record tracks cuz Ill be chuckin em
to pieces, and fuck your punchlines, Im duckin em
I cum into a room, yall start suckin up like dirty pornstars
jerkin off hard when Im writing mo' lines then thirty phonecalls


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