Slick Brick from Baller's Tomb by Brick Bardo

Damn, that pussy like a door its getting slammed shut.
A smorgasbord in the morgue,
the morning light I can’t afford, and so the mic cord cut.
Invited boredom, into my life now the doors shut.
Batten down the hatches, lookin for matches beside the mattress.
I’m coming to get you Barbara, Big Brick is a savage.
Maybe a maverick when it comes to being broke with some baggage.
I don’t need anything, just a cup of soup and a wedding ring.
I’m a fledgling, keep beaking off you get beheaded bitch.
They call me Slick Brick the ruler.
Bust the ruler out, 6.5 inches deep in the pooper.
I spit them loogies like lugers and rugers.
For rupies and rubles.
I need some groupies and grouper fish in a dish in the cooler.
Im pragmatic, a mack daddy, a blast in the furnace.
I like eating vagina, ima save Christmas like Ernest.
I’m talking earnestly, burn the fucking churches with urgency.
Im so shrouded eternally, fuck’ it im proud of the courtesy.
I made her pussy burp I swear its the curse of a maitre d
Yo boy don’t play with me
just play with your pecker and worship ME!
We can’t afford to torch the altar,
A soda malted fermentably.
The vault is filling up with occult gadgets and imagery.
And pictures of your dad on his knees waiting to finish me.
He wants to scooby my dooby doggie a magical mystery.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Hamilton