Insane Game, Unclaim Flame, Not the Same, lame, or tame, just something to frame

I know I've been hard understand,
but its always been the same song, same dance,
and i'm tryin take a different stance,
and make a diffrance,
but i cant do that when the system hatin like ants in my pants,
chewin on my left nut,
and i think its drowning in the blood thats about to drip
to make it all worse my rides waitin' and i gotta get on the strip,
see thats like eminem relapse,
but thats drugs and that,
aint about that,
like deja vu,
and i can see what wan do,
so i'm gon take you too,
and if you really want me to sue,
thats something the crew can do,
but in a crazy way we love you,
but its only 12 noon so i wouldn't believe what you want to,
and now its 3 am,
so i can call up ben,
and we can do the whole summer again,
its been awhile,
we can see if we can recall each night, like it was back then,
so for old times sake,
open one more lucky,
keep drinkin till our vision is gettin blurry,
so hurry,
with the ambulance,
but wait,
fuck,
none of us are age or got a license,
shoulda listened to biggins and kept it all in balance,
but withen a instant,
you got another beer,
and i am gettin out my army gear,
but you see you little quer,
what you didnt know is for a whole year,
i was way younger than i appear,
so my dear
i am still wide awake,
and the pain in my heart is really starting to ache,
and oh shit my bed is about to brake,
so you went ahead and take,
all my food and that beefsteak,
so therefor you didnt make us,
we made you,
you just got back into the game so you new,
and just because you got a cigar,
you cant hide behind the true feelin of what you are,
so shut up you not a rock star,
and give me more,
or i already started a war,
and ill drop bombs on baghdad,
and your step moms dad,
so now i am beating you just a tad,
but dont get mad,
but oh shit i aint even passed highschool grad,


but oh wait keep the beat flowin,
i just wanna interduce myself,
so hello,
and i'm a new fellow,
and i dont mean no harm
I got alittle bit of charm,
so hello,
let me take you below,
and heres my friends his got some cargo,
and he was hoping you could get on your elbow,
and just let you thing flow,
like my mom,
she got some,
when she put me on valium,
so i decided to become,
a guy that could put out a album,
flow so custom,
but oh fuck now his dick numb,
and same with his ass, to bad his step father came,
and i hope you like this poem,
because it was so fucked off Valium,
its so beautiful,
but this depression is so actual
and the drugs i got addicted its awful,
and ill be the hardest act to follow,
but i was a great rapper so long ago,
so let me still flow,
and i will let you know,
about the tale i am about to tell,
how it was all beautiful,
and how they can all get fucked in the head just stay true,
feel the pain, you'll feel mine,
just dont go inside each others mind.
Its so insane,
how we spit game,
you can put i all on me, like the blame,
and dont hang your head in shame,
you dont got all these skeletons in your closet,
because i feel like im on a diet,
to kill this habit,
so i acutely edit,
'and work on my credit,
all so i can be fit to go to the bank and get debit,
i may look like a cricket,
keep it to yourself,
i do have a hatchet,
so shut up you maggot,
spill some red,
like born with a dick in my brain,
so fucked in the head,
oh i just that makes you wanna vomit,
well then you shoulda seen the dead ant hangin from me left nut,
ok so maybe i am a dirty slut.....
must be the ganja,
or the marijuana,
fuck i have that 2nd hand smoke,
stop takin tokes,
i feel like i'm gonna choke,
so dont take me to court because i am able to quote,
and i can also show you those scares of that medicine ball,
and the blood is still on the wall,
so now you gotta call
Nepaul
and see if that rainfall
will help me install,
my own little brickwall,
that i can jump over because i am just that tall,
between the medicine ball and the ganja, I'm bouncin off the walls,
and between,
Dr.west,
Paul,
Steve Martin
Mr.Mathers,
and Tonya,
you would think you got enough anger fucked skit,
and i know its hard to pay your rent on your mansion,
so make that action,
to make a billion,
so you can now go out and kill Allen,
after that things might brighten,
and you can kill another men,
when you hit depression again,
but i am getting pissed off again so its off to the pigpen


and everybody, that is hope i spit game,
record labels are yet to discover,
people are starting to know,
skill might someday be recognized

This was Written By Lil Biggin$
and soon to be recorded
PEACE!