Yes this is The Mindflayer broadcasting directly into your brain from within my satellite. I’m orbiting the dogstar cause I’m serious and direct braincasting is serious business. I’m on a direct rendezvous for the moon of Saturn and I am completely undefeatable.
Now let me tell you a little something.
Rockin this business seven days a the week
My eyes on the end and I’m feelin fatique
Get outta work, to the crib I will sneak
Lookin for ladies, a right propa freak
It’s Friday night an I just got pizzaid
Goin to the club lookin just to get laid
My style’s explosive like Osama’s grenade
Rollin up to the club in an 08 Escalade
New hat, new threads, new kicks on my feet
My outfit is sweet and elite and complete
Clips fulla hunneds, cuff links bring the heat
And I’ll be hittin those bitches like my name is Rose Pete
Kickin brannew MJs, didn’t take the tag off
Gittin tipsy on 40s and a shot of Smirnoff
Party’s turned on and the beeper’s turned off
Tactics is gettin racked bitches vis-à-vis Hasselhoff
Leanin back at the bar, just walked in the door
Spy a spry filly bootyrockin the floor
Bending on over, oh shit she bend more!
She the canonic’ example of the bitches j’adore.
Beat’s hella thumpin and I’m chattin up she
Come on little mama have a drink on me
Bouncer’s my homeboy, drink tickets is free
Let’s take this here party all up V.I.P.
My rhymes will persuade you
My footwork will amaze you
My b.a. will surprise you
With all the things I will buy you
Maneuvas in place for the enda the chase
I’m sizin up honey all uppa en face
But o shit when she smile the game was debased!
Her teeth hella nasty rockin big metal brace!
I said “O shit! O I’m sorry! Shit lookit the time!”
An I made a fast exit from the scena the crime
But thass the life of Mind Flaya, True Playa n prime
Another day, nother dollar, more bitches, new rhyme.
Labels: the mindflayer went to a club to try and meet a nice lady but it didn't go very well
