once upon a time there was a baby called mr. gordy that barfed all day. one day he had a stupid idea and decided to go on a journey to a different place where people would find the act of vomiting funny. when he reached planet vomitron 33003 he started to make money on his new private show called the silent barf on a local theatre where mr baby gordy threw up on the audience. aliens would buy tickets everyday to see this new event. everyone liked the new trend, the silent barf, everyone bought shirts, vomit and puke cd albums, the latest alien hipster fashion, they even suggested for him to become king of vomitron 30030. mr baby gordy was the happiest person on that galaxy and lived his whole life happily ever after.. or was he? sure he was stupid and was addicted on vomit pills but hell, he got the bitches and the money. mr baby gordy turned into a materialistic man and he became paranoid when everyone tried to barf like him and make more barf business with super barfs and screaming barfs, mr baby gordy was getting old and out of business, people no longer cared, he reached the top but now only his downfall remained, he slept in shitty streets covered in shit eating shit and puking shit. he learned his lesson and sweared not to barf again because people would take advantage of his special and marvelous ability, the one that gave him his identity. so he picked up a laser gun and committed suicide. he was remembered a few years later and people made him an idol with a vision. how they worshipped him! mr baby gordy was now respected and superior to vomitron gods. he was reborned by advanced science and turned into master highness controller of all galaxy. later he declared war and started to claim planets and conquer them, he was able to obtain planets such as namek, gorgulon, 213213214214, sUbUbdssv23, patareca, to name a few. he was found and murdered by lord freeza later on year 12322 in vomitron years.
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was your op to shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
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Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was your op to shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
Bruh, This album is my shit
My favourite track is Shadowboxin'. That one joint with Method Man