elie2
03-07-2005, 12:36 AM
[verse 1]
Dinner's ready
I'm ready, baby bib across the chest
Encrusted ice-outlining, mommy always wanted best
She even had my cheeks massaged by leather engraved seats
Thanks to her, I was 6 months, but my gums were no stranger to beats
Brother Sunny was to my left, Sister Jen up to my right
Pops was was on the other end and mom was out of sight
I crawled up on da table and scurried to the meat
Moms came around the corner from the kitchen with her apron pressed neat
That's the last I saw of her, I couldn't hear her lovely steps over the screeches in the street
The window gleamed, glass broke and an ugly man, with no right hand was shooting a gun with his left while screaming at this other man to let loose // silly goose, he couldn't hit a fan with a turdcake the size of his hand, this hitman was trying to hit us from a chickvan, almost like a hippy scooby doo-esque downloaded off a bitmap, but scrappin bullet after bullet was the sound
My dad jumped for me, pushed Sonny to the ground
Slid across the table blocking bullets from Jenn's mouth
He grabbed me like a father would and slid across the second and third leaf
Condiments was on his shirt, the meat I had wanted was on his sleeve
Jenn was on the ground, along with Sonny now, she couldn't talk, she simply wasn't able
I was in pops's hands, still sliding till we reached the other end of the table
Mom was backed against the wall, her shirt had ketchup stains
Salad was on her chest now and so was were where the eggs had lain
So much for our quiet family dinner, little had this hitman knew
He just engaged a battle, war between the familes now ensued.
(Verse 2 Coming Soon. This is copyrighted, we already have the instrumental. We're recording soon. Hope you guys like.)
Dinner's ready
I'm ready, baby bib across the chest
Encrusted ice-outlining, mommy always wanted best
She even had my cheeks massaged by leather engraved seats
Thanks to her, I was 6 months, but my gums were no stranger to beats
Brother Sunny was to my left, Sister Jen up to my right
Pops was was on the other end and mom was out of sight
I crawled up on da table and scurried to the meat
Moms came around the corner from the kitchen with her apron pressed neat
That's the last I saw of her, I couldn't hear her lovely steps over the screeches in the street
The window gleamed, glass broke and an ugly man, with no right hand was shooting a gun with his left while screaming at this other man to let loose // silly goose, he couldn't hit a fan with a turdcake the size of his hand, this hitman was trying to hit us from a chickvan, almost like a hippy scooby doo-esque downloaded off a bitmap, but scrappin bullet after bullet was the sound
My dad jumped for me, pushed Sonny to the ground
Slid across the table blocking bullets from Jenn's mouth
He grabbed me like a father would and slid across the second and third leaf
Condiments was on his shirt, the meat I had wanted was on his sleeve
Jenn was on the ground, along with Sonny now, she couldn't talk, she simply wasn't able
I was in pops's hands, still sliding till we reached the other end of the table
Mom was backed against the wall, her shirt had ketchup stains
Salad was on her chest now and so was were where the eggs had lain
So much for our quiet family dinner, little had this hitman knew
He just engaged a battle, war between the familes now ensued.
(Verse 2 Coming Soon. This is copyrighted, we already have the instrumental. We're recording soon. Hope you guys like.)