RIP Yoda
Sunday, February 16, 2014 6:33 AM
Once upon a rhyme in the World Wide Web
Lived a little bitch but he wasn't Lil' Deb
But like Little Debbie he was softer than cake
Fucking with my Cuban brother was his last mistake
See Yoda don't know bout that Spic named Slick
Who hits way harder than yard full of bricks
Who never had a need or a want to brown nose
While Yoga kisses ass all I do is pound hoes
But Yoda is a bitch and he can't get stiff
Calls himself a Jedi but gets beat by the Sith
Do yourself a favor and get the fuck on
We don't need another whore we got Babylon
So why don't you get the fuck off of our site
Tuck your tail and bail then drink Crystal Light
Cause we ain't got need for a seed like you
Try and break through the soil, Bitch, I'm a weed you
Toss you in the trash just like your opinionÂ
Wanna moderate me then you better hire minionsÂ
Better get some henchmen and a couple homeboys
Word of advice, yo, should've used your dome boy
But you didn't know, sold out to the homo zone
You the reason we gotta save the Y chromosomeÂ
My boy Stax told me all about you
Nothing but a fraud I'm a have to doubt you
And everything you say, going out of your way
Music's over muthafucka, it's time you pay
For turning your back on your balls and your dick
You're a scam of a man that can't brawl with the Slick
A real OG who tells it like it is
No false pretenses just living how I live
But you and I are different, I'm really kinda sad
I don't know who to blame, your Mom or your Dad
For turning out a bitch like a pimp turns runawaysÂ
I've seen bigger balls on Faye Dunnaway
Yoda, Yoda, what's the dealÂ
Did your dick disappear, did your balls congeal
Did you grow a vagina and a pink clitoris
You may moderate but you can't get rid of us
We the hounds bearing down on the fox
While Yoda opens wide tearing down on some cocks
Yo, It makes sense why he switched to the pink side
Forgot about the Bro Code cause he don't think right
Captain Save Em', that's their Yoda
Nothing but a traitor like Abe Vigoda
I keep it real like Peter Clemenza
Spitting rhymes more ill than influenza
I get sick cause I'm too damn slick
Listen to the Spic and hit the bricks quick
You better run and never come back
That's just the facts, Jack, don't get cracked
Don't try and battle with me, you'll lose
I'm from the old school so you know I paid dues
I'm uncut pure while you're pure baking soda
BOOM!!! SLAM DUNKED THAT FAGGOT NAMED YODA!!!
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