what's silicone?

what's silicone, you know it ain't this real flow

the way i spill notes makes fakes unknown

hip hop is my life, i wake up and write

i pen rhymes in my sleep, my dreams i recite

no end in sight, live life like a fight

just trying to do things right and end up with a nice wife

but half of the masses are after glasses and asses

end up sinking into the abyss like molasses

see, me, i actually studied in my classes

chapter after chapter, takes laughter to be a rapper

a little on edge, a lot off my rocker

posters of eddie v and BIG on my locker

natural born c**k blocker, show stopper

flow luxurious as lobster, monster mobster

i'm a beast and these beats make me feel complete

i never fear defeat, i eat it and s**t it out

and that my friends is what you call an amy winehouse

i'm a sprayer, not a hater, cant see you like a blind mouse

better watch fella ima get your ariella

without ever having to give her a shred of my cheddar

said i could get her wetter and hit it better

when it comes to your rhymes you could call me the paper shredder

i got out, i got it in, shorty bounced, got a forty ounce

no more jail time to prevail, winter, time to go down south

lucky is my middle name, so i riddled your dame

scribbled some mark twain, dribbled the game

fiddled with fame, started dwindling my change

still everyone knows ryan rose is the name