Thugs With A Pension

2010-11-13T10:25:00.000-08:00

fuck the institution, burn it to the ground and let's get to lootin' / then we get some sick producin', start working on a new solution / stop spittin' that pollution, nothing ya saying is amusin'

2010-11-09T23:09:00.000-08:00

Don't need a new plan, I got more blueprints than Jay-Z/ arrest ya, lyrically stress ya and then I'm Swayze/ I got fly schematics, your shit is junk up in the attic/ you bad at it, didn't Sublime tell ya not to start static?

2010-10-20T22:54:00.000-07:00

I want to infect celebrities with tha AIDs virus, I'm talkin miley and billy ray cyrus / nothing ut hate inside this, yah try to diss / i leave ya a broken man, gonna need to make a new plan / no room left in this rap game, yah never gonna know fame; punk bitch only got yourself to blame

2010-10-18T13:53:00.000-07:00

Call the Discovery Channel, 'cause I'm the East Coast choppa/ I'll have ya in pieces and stack you next to Jimmy Hoffa/ Your rhymin' is Playskool, while I work with pro tools/ I keep my threads new, you look like your momma still dress you

2010-05-24T17:26:00.000-07:00

the only undertaker ya know is a wrestler, ya both fake / got nothing at stake, pockets empty of that paper /nothin comes out ya wallet but vapor, can't even afford shake n' bake / dumpster diving for a scrap, ya never even on the map

2010-04-20T11:56:00.000-07:00

You shoot blanks, and I shoot from the hip/ I let my gat talk until I empty the clip/ Too much slip from your lip, had to put an end to ya/ made you pay the last tab, now only the undertaker can tend to ya/

2010-03-21T22:46:00.000-07:00

i don't start beef, i end it / leave your face split, look like a pussy but no queef / just blood and brains, leave you girl with heavy emotional pains / i shoot like eastwood, take away your girls livelihood.

2010-03-21T20:26:00.000-07:00

You startin' beef, and I do but keep the piece/gat in my back pocket, clip rolls 10 shots deep/you pack Super Soakers, my heat's heavy like a sumo/ better leave the hood and run back to the whitest kids u know.

2010-03-21T17:06:00.000-07:00

no expiration date, i'm immortal; give ya cement jordans, leave ya breathin with a snorkel / gonna catch you like lieutenant gordon, guide you to tha pearly gate / don't be late; ya gotta get to tha bitch ass awards / i eviscerate ya with liquid swords, entertain ya fan cause ya leave 'em bored

2010-03-09T09:41:00.000-08:00

My rhymes is great, you need to check your expiration date/ take me a week to post because your fruity content is hella late/ I'm the future, it's only natural for you to bite me/ you need a suture for the wounds I'm inflicting on your psyche

2010-02-15T20:15:00.000-08:00

i bought a million dollar house; no cosigner, driveway so big it fit an airliner /i smoke nothin but that grape ape, wear nothin but that bathing ape / you nothin but a nerdy fake, got your parents credit card; you got nothin at stake / take you a week to respond; you always late, spit my rhymes no editor, i straight dictate

2010-02-15T08:44:00.000-08:00

Lyrical Nostradamus? You can't hang with real rhymas/ You dropped the ball, and I watch the clock like Big Thymers/ Rhyme scheme rudamentary, need to take ya to elementary/ consider this ya first lesson, this schoolin' is complimentary

2010-02-03T17:28:00.000-08:00

i'm the lyrical nostradamus, you spitting dumb verses like llamas / only thing youll be editting are orders for ronald, while ill still be making deals with guys like donald / trump all your plays cause i'm ace, all yo' efforts goin to waste / bust yo' face; cause i throw fists, leave you sprayin nothin but red mists

2010-02-03T10:25:00.001-08:00

Talked to a burnin' mic 'cause I spit hot fire before you was on/ You going down like Moses, and I'm gonna laugh when you gone/ You ride coattails, homie, I GhostRide the Whip/ checked your 'gust' on the forecast, you was only a blip

2010-01-26T17:38:00.000-08:00

talked to a burnin mic similar to moses, heard tha word of his holy flowness / told me tha secrets of tha rhyme, now my flows are so sublime / ride a beat like the zephyr crew, spittin rhymes that ya never knew / you always gonna be in my dust, you a breeze; i'm a gust

2010-01-25T15:28:00.000-08:00

Any girl I want, I can take her to bed/ I'm like Sandman, but dreams ain't what's fillin' her head/ then she sleep like the dead, I go bone another bitch instead/ chickens cooped up, homie, and they need to be fed.

2010-01-22T23:06:00.000-08:00

take a girl to my place to blaze, then i give her face a nice glaze / erotic noises coming through purple haze, big dick block her airway / oh shit killed the bitch, gonna have to fill a ditch / up with dirt and ruble, not interested in feelin no dudes stubble

2010-01-19T22:28:00.000-08:00

I'm a master of ceremonies, you the master of disaster/ my verses hurt ya, leave you in the hospital covered in plaster/ I get bread like Mrs. Baird's, you just cuttin' the cheese/ you on yo' knees, searchin' for the crumbs that I leave

2010-01-19T21:12:00.000-08:00

you graduated; i'm a masters class, something you never gone pass / i'm droppin the denses verses, leavin mommas call hearses / spittin' weak ass prose, you ain't ridin' no flows / rhymes can't make cheddar, you're always gonna be a debtor

2010-01-17T14:54:00.000-08:00

graduated with honors, I'm a real road scholar/ got my heart on the street, you come from an office like white collar/ you ain't baller, only Mayor you know is John/ as for my vitamins, ask your girl what kind I be on

2010-01-17T11:36:00.000-08:00

bitch i'm the thug with a pension, the one takin all the ladies attention / you're lucky to even get a mention, frail mother fucker need to pop some vitamins / do your homework and say your prayers, cause i run this town like the mayor / i'll send the street police, and believe me they don't come in peace

2010-01-17T07:03:00.000-08:00

You need help, need to put your rhymes up on the shelf/you frontin', the only thing you be pullin' on is yourself/ you role switchin', it's me your girl missin'/ while you switch hittin', I'm teachin' her positions

2010-01-16T23:38:00.000-08:00

only thing i'm pulling is yo' girls heart strings, tell me that i'm her new king / she on my d - i - c - ky, fuck her 'til her pussy look like roast beef on rye / bust a nut in her eye, laugh when she start to cry / don't give a fuck about either a you, bomb the country like agnew

2010-01-15T23:00:00.000-08:00

You ball like Armstrong, you only half in the game/ while you been playin' in the sandbox, I been makin' my name/ you know the score, I mount bitches like this was Rushmore/ while I'm gettin' mine, you be jerkin' to fruity softcore

2010-01-13T15:47:00.001-08:00

i'm baller like artest, you lyrically ain't the smartest / tryin to rhymes like kwali, end up polluted like bhali / sounds too rehearsed, you don't have the thirst / to be the best, can't pass any real tests

2010-01-12T20:57:00.000-08:00

we're now caught up and regular posts will start on 01/12/2010

2010-01-12T20:53:00.005-08:00

I don't know why you keep tryin' to spar with the champ/ but since your rhymes are so earnest, let me take ya to camp/ I got a smooth demeanor, and my style's impeccable/ maybe that's why your girl find me so damn delectable/ you need a book, slouch, while my rhymes is untouchable/ you keep spittin' prepackaged gangsta shit and I'll eat ya like a Lunchable

2010-01-12T20:53:00.003-08:00

should wear a mask to hide da acne, puss dripping out cause your face is so bubbly / nothin you can spit sticks; i never miss with my .446 / gonna pop you, gonna drop you, use yo' blood to make fondue / cause its on dude, you got no chance of being rescued

2010-01-12T20:53:00.001-08:00

It's right you call me bedrock because I lay the foundation/ I proceed to stack rhymes so fly you need a mask for the elevation/ my hottest girl, her? She was easy like Sunday/ skip T-3 and keep it House Party; you're just a kid, I get play

2010-01-12T20:52:00.010-08:00

Running the block, homie you underground like bedrock / ain't no one seen you, mean mugging like Pepe Le Pew / you miss easy plays like bill buckner, remember your hottest girl? yeah, i fucked her / you was left watching t3, celibate like a monk in an abbey

2010-01-12T20:52:00.009-08:00

Time to cut the fat and get lean and mean/ I been spicin' up my liyrics while you flickin' the bean/ elevating the flock? what? all your rhymes are stock/ skip the ad hoc, homie, 'cause I'm running the block

2010-01-12T20:52:00.007-08:00

street crier? more like lyrical fat friar / dropping elevated verses about societal curses / protecting the flock searching for a magic beanstalk / to climb to freedom escaping this growing bedlam

2010-01-12T20:52:00.005-08:00

Street laureate? Homie, you more like a street crier/my rhymes go down heavy like they been thrown in a deep-frier/bite off more than you can chew and you get bad indigestion/you need to roll with Maalox when calling my prose into question

2010-01-12T20:52:00.003-08:00

i'm the street laureate, you the street Iscariot / selling out friends, you still ain't gettin no endz/ never gonna run game like me, you dirt, grime, no better than algae / i can drop endless bars on your ass honky, only think comin from your mouth is brays of a donkey

2010-01-12T20:52:00.001-08:00

Get my work on for a minute and look at what you do/ start spoutin' fruity lyrics when you really in deep doo-doo/try to take the throne, but your whole technique is one big no-no/but your flow is slow, I got you like Sonny Bono.

2010-01-12T20:51:00.009-08:00

dog you a bitch for life like the herp / always gonna smell my balls on yo' girl's burp* / actin all thug, but yo white a hipster / download your punk rhymes from napster

2010-01-12T20:51:00.007-08:00

Yo, dog, you picked a bad time to switch the flow up/ your words is forced, they hittin' the page just like throw-up/ you're such a fan of dancin', then take the 12-step program/ called "How to get off tha mike and let a real MC like Tone jam."

2010-01-12T20:51:00.005-08:00

you rhyme like the paralympics / running garbled tripping and simeon / you suck more dick than exotic / dancers hate on your moves like simon/ cowl flapping in the wind like bat / man i don't know why your sister is such a stan

2010-01-12T20:51:00.003-08:00

that smoke goin' to ya head, because your flow is straight cryptic/ better watch what you say, or you'll be runnin' the paralympics/ check the expiration date, your rhymes gettin' grungy/ I'm searchin' for substance, but this weak shit just leaves me hungry

2010-01-12T20:51:00.001-08:00

who you know fresher than tones, riddle me that? every single bastard that steps up to bat/ i smoke more than lil wayne, but i still run this town like Prefontaine

2010-01-12T20:50:00.007-08:00

She used to be cold, but she took off her sweater/ your rhymes is hot air, and she's enjoying the weather/whether or not you like it, my rhymes is prime like rib/you wanna eat with the big kids, but you're still wearin' a bib

2010-01-12T20:50:00.005-08:00

shit let's let words fly; we both know you're gonna die/your mom used to cry its too cold, now all she cry my son's references are so old

2010-01-12T20:50:00.003-08:00

When push comes to shove, you fall try play pickup, get knocked out by the ball/you wanna front, your words won't fly at Simon & Schuster/let's face it, homie, you punky like Brewster

2010-01-12T20:50:00.001-08:00

pssh you bragging on your blog like budden, but we all know you're just frontin. your pants gonna be brown like murphy; after I hang you out to dry like jerky