Sauce from Sauce by SlycenDyce

boy i gotta shine, 24k authentic/
who you playin, i ain't kiddin, i ain't pussy, i ain't kitten/
all my dogs got the flu, tell my dj he can cick'em/
bet im fitten like a mitten, oj glove'n it was written/

when it comes to mikes, i be pippen, i be hittin/
jason witten, cross fittin for my fitness you can witness/
drenchin, while you sweatin bout directions in the game/
fuck the money & the fame, what you sayin? use your brain/

lost in the sauce, i don't know what to think/
i can turn up while im downloadin links, spillin ink/
on my paper and her mink, flowin without a sink/
spreadin thoughts to the world, within a blink, im in her pink/

little snatch, no match, im just fire, no kindle/
hot wire, no dental, my style's no rental/
got tired of pencils, started sprayin with paint/
visualize my mental, im sharp, razor or shank/

ima aim where you can't, im more amazin than grace/
wouldn't tank in the paint, i feel satan'll hate/
like i forsaken my place, see i could never forget/
but if i never ever left, i would always regret/

what i couldn't have did, or what i wouldn't have done/
why i shouldn't have fun?, makin excuses for none/
rather hock up a lung, loogies, even a oozy/
couldn't shoot me, im Geronimo, the bullets go through me/

but it don't even move me, swear im livin a movie/
Sinamatic, its so tragic, plus we fuckin with Cooly/
think im bubblegum rappin, have a piece and then chew me/
why they try to do me? need to smoke me a lucy/

i don't fuck with the squares, besides it's more like a cylinder/
with a bitch name Jennifer, cookin pasta in vinegar/
still miss J Sinister, ima ride like Dillinger/
reachin heaven is permanent, but through hell im a visitor/

could it all be simpler? im just high like fiddlers/
after green like Riddler, someone call the Commissioner/
secure the perimeter, for the extra curricular/
got it locked like prisoners, now they after my signature/

the Sauce

• 254449dyce
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• hip hop
• killeen
• rap
• slycendyce
• Killeen