Krazy_E's blog

Boo hoo, what am I gonna do?
Went to the fridge there was no more brew
I was really in the mood to pound a few
I looked behind the milk and the OJ too

So now I had ta go to the liquor sto'
But first the ATM and get me some dough
Punched in my pin and whatta ya know?
Krazy E's runnin' low on the cash flow

I took my last 20 to the Liquor Shack
Grabbed a 12 pack from way in the back

Boo hoo, what am I gonna do?
Went to the fridge there was no more brew
I was really in the mood to pound a few
I looked behind the milk and the OJ too

So now I had ta go to the liquor sto'
But first the ATM and get me some dough
Punched in my pin and whatta ya know?
Krazy E's runnin' low on the cash flow

I took my last 20 to the Liquor Shack
Grabbed a 12 pack from way in the back

Wassup, what's down, yo, how ya doin'?
Me? I'm alright, see I'm just screwin'
around in Photoshop and now I wanna rhyme
As you can see, I didn't spend much time

On the lyrics, so when ya hear it they'll suck
But that's okay, I don't give a buck
I don't give a hoot, a holler, a care
All I wanna do is kick a rhyme dare

Another drive by shootin' on the news today
Tagged on the wall "2Old2Play"

Wassup, what's down, yo, how ya doin'?
Me? I'm alright, see I'm just screwin'
around in Photoshop and now I wanna rhyme
As you can see, I didn't spend much time

On the lyrics, so when ya hear it they'll suck
But that's okay, I don't give a buck
I don't give a hoot, a holler, a care
All I wanna do is kick a rhyme dare

Another drive by shootin' on the news today
Tagged on the wall "2Old2Play"

I'm eatin' turkey tacos, for the next two weeks
I pile on the stuffing and I know my breath reeks
I'm screamin' in the mic until the meter peaks
My favorite part of turkey is the beaks

When I take a tinkle, like to take my time
I beat a biter down if he steals my rhyme
I like to drink tequila with some salt and lime
And when I mountain bike I bitch about the climbs

Takin' out the Timmies with my two tone tank
Tweakin' on the turret, it's like money in the bank
Beat ya with my battle rifle, give yer head a crack

I'm eatin' turkey tacos, for the next two weeks
I pile on the stuffing and I know my breath reeks
I'm screamin' in the mic until the meter peaks
My favorite part of turkey is the beaks

When I take a tinkle, like to take my time
I beat a biter down if he steals my rhyme
I like to drink tequila with some salt and lime
And when I mountain bike I bitch about the climbs

Takin' out the Timmies with my two tone tank
Tweakin' on the turret, it's like money in the bank
Beat ya with my battle rifle, give yer head a crack

I got no time today, so no rhymes today
I hope that's okay, there's no rhymes today
That's all I can say, I've no rhymes today
So please go away, there's no rhymes today

It's a busy day, sorry 'bout that friends
So I have to bring this note to an end
I'm sorry, I've got no rhymes to send
Don't worry, cuz I'll be back again

When I come back I'll bust somethin funky
Cuz you know me, I'm a blag rhyme junky
I'm a daydream believer just like the Monkees
And I like my peanut butter Chunky

I got no time today, so no rhymes today
I hope that's okay, there's no rhymes today
That's all I can say, I've no rhymes today
So please go away, there's no rhymes today

It's a busy day, sorry 'bout that friends
So I have to bring this note to an end
I'm sorry, I've got no rhymes to send
Don't worry, cuz I'll be back again

When I come back I'll bust somethin funky
Cuz you know me, I'm a blag rhyme junky
I'm a daydream believer just like the Monkees
And I like my peanut butter Chunky

My blag got unflagged cuz I didn't post titties
Now I'm cool with that, but cryin' bout it's just shitty
Quit your bitchin' and stop being sad
Cuz in about a minute, I'm a make ya mad

Yer dad called, he says he hates me
I think he's angry cuz yer momma dates me
It makes me smile that yer dad's a mess
And yer momma looks smokin when she gets undressed

I know it's messed up, I'm just foolin around
But I loved it when yer momma let out that sound
When I pulled her hair and smacked that ass

My blag got unflagged cuz I didn't post titties
Now I'm cool with that, but cryin' bout it's just shitty
Quit your bitchin' and stop being sad
Cuz in about a minute, I'm a make ya mad

Yer dad called, he says he hates me
I think he's angry cuz yer momma dates me
It makes me smile that yer dad's a mess
And yer momma looks smokin when she gets undressed

I know it's messed up, I'm just foolin around
But I loved it when yer momma let out that sound
When I pulled her hair and smacked that ass