MC Rimmer – Why I'm Your Favorite (Outro) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
As long as vegetarians damn eating meats
I'll be slamming the beats
Too smart to beef with KRS-One
RapGenius is white devil sophistry and guns
I got my parent’s jeans
No one told me this dictionary has pee
Music fever and I’m the victim
I got the rhythm, and the symptom
Simply put, too Ill to be legal
Thick Raps and Double syllable rhymes
I'm your average Troubled Visual Mind
I ain’t spitting bull shit
If you need some body bags don't hesitate to ask for it
No fun intended
Leaving MC’s beheaded
Supersize the flow, watch competition get blown
[Verse 2]
I don't have haters
Just faggots wearing chuck taylors
I ain't lying when I broke her heart
I’m going wolf Haley on you fucking pop tarts
I’m walking in a paradox
I’m beefing with vegetarians
Tell em Cal is going barbarian
The jerk store called
They’re running out of you
I’m a 45, you a twenty two
[Verse 3]
Obey your thirst kid, you know it hurts kid
PE with a boner, a heartless organ donor
Dropping jewels, competitors left to retool
I ain’t a fan of cheesy jokes
Just don’t call me lactose
I’m raping Heidi Montag with my G.I Joes
Bringing new meanings of American heros
Because I’m ill slamming the rap topics
Rough Rhymes, you cop-it
The message unlocks it
Bitches talk shit, crocks it
And diets the pockets
From the San Gabriel Valley
Right in the center of Southern Cali
As long as vegetarians damn eating meats
I'll be slamming the beats
Too smart to beef with KRS-One
RapGenius is white devil sophistry and guns
I got my parent’s jeans
No one told me this dictionary has pee
Music fever and I’m the victim
I got the rhythm, and the symptom
Simply put, too Ill to be legal
Thick Raps and Double syllable rhymes
I'm your average Troubled Visual Mind
I ain’t spitting bull shit
If you need some body bags don't hesitate to ask for it
No fun intended
Leaving MC’s beheaded
Supersize the flow, watch competition get blown
[Verse 2]
I don't have haters
Just faggots wearing chuck taylors
I ain't lying when I broke her heart
I’m going wolf Haley on you fucking pop tarts
I’m walking in a paradox
I’m beefing with vegetarians
Tell em Cal is going barbarian
The jerk store called
They’re running out of you
I’m a 45, you a twenty two
[Verse 3]
Obey your thirst kid, you know it hurts kid
PE with a boner, a heartless organ donor
Dropping jewels, competitors left to retool
I ain’t a fan of cheesy jokes
Just don’t call me lactose
I’m raping Heidi Montag with my G.I Joes
Bringing new meanings of American heros
Because I’m ill slamming the rap topics
Rough Rhymes, you cop-it
The message unlocks it
Bitches talk shit, crocks it
And diets the pockets
From the San Gabriel Valley
Right in the center of Southern Cali
