"Basic Self-Glorifyin' Playedness!!!"
An Open Mic by King Solo.




I can’t be broken, emcees ‘cumin up short’ like ‘ejaculation limitations’…
Cuz I ‘fuck kids’ with ease like I’m doing ‘Michael Jackson imitations’…
Too many ‘dick lovers’ around like bugs wantin to ‘chomp on my carrot’…
Man, I’ll wrap a rope around ya neck so ya can choke like ‘B-Rabbit’…
Don’t fuck wit me…I ‘sit on grills’ so ya know I’m known to drop ‘hot shit’…
And like a Missy Elliot video, I spit and you just open up and swallow it…
Y’all full of wackness…try real hard but ya asses always fail to hide it…
And if I was to spit ‘straight ass’ these homo’s line up tryin to ‘ride it’…
Ya can’t ‘open the door’ to greatness, I made sure that there was ‘no knob’…
Bitches get ‘swallowed by fakeness’ like Pammy’s ‘givin them a blow job’…
All I see is ‘non-stop beef’ like this whole site is ‘harvestin net thugz’…
I’ll murder ‘em by ‘throwin up dopeness’ shits like I’m ‘hurlin drugz’…
Damn, all these emcees couldn’t ‘come hard’ if I ‘force fed them viagra’…
Its inevitable for you ‘all to fall’…just like the water flow at ‘niagara’…
Ya know my ‘sick spits are always high’ like ‘bringin up aeroplane food’…
But my battles are like ‘bitches on PMS’ never know if ‘I’m in the mood’…
Y’all are ‘getting married to herbz’ like ‘proposing with a gay voting ring’…
Step up to test me and I’ll merk you…cuz I never stopped being the king…