More rymes by Timo Moran Lyrics

Dead rappers talk to me not just talk they walk with me not just me not by my lonely they say being skitzo is a disease please. Have this dream to make it out this country make it big and comfortably. I'm so serious laugh to myself so delirious I be catching feelings I hear voices period not my fault your the fuckin idiot. I have dreams of having rap sewed up and seemd having all the cream holla and rap for a dollar bill yo it seems il take that Euro straight to the bureau. Keep rapping till I'm paid see my name up on MTVs stage. I'm out at night creeping the street looking for a hooker to beat. Listen to to my rhymes if you like ill recite yeah spit on the Mike. How many people does it take to gun down not many with me around and what does it take to get through to you Jesus Christ what the fuck to do to you. I wana be famous not broke and nameless. Hey hear me yo blasting out your stereo sick with the flow the answers yes not no. Bash your brain's in hit you in the head with an anvil. Wrap you up with barbed wire pour petrol on you and set you on fire. I wana payroll so I sold my soul for rock and roll. Rhyme rhyme and rhyme again rhyme a rhyme with the pen. Yeah man mad skill get Ill with the pen for real kill or be killed. I'll hit you in your baseball hat with a baseball bat