"Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily."

Mom’s spaghetti

Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be

The game sour like a pickle be

“I used to drive a dinger with the dents in, now it’s pearlescent, and the bonnet got the vents in.” - (Bonnet = hood of a car)

Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?

I put that pussy in a sarcophagus

Sure do two 22’s in my shoes

I was raised in the city...shitty..ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama's tiddy.

I overheard my mother singing some song and a line about "getting more ass than a toilet seat"

I don't know what it's from but that is an immaculate lyric.

"England is my city"

or

"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"

I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown

"Luda, Jada and Nas // and our bullets give you a deep tissue massage // so here's a song and dance while I make these ends // you never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins."

X gon' give it to ya Fuck waiting for you to get it on your own X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop of stainless steel

Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic

They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton

Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat

A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get

A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em

Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em

Honey, check it out you got me mesmerized

With your black hair and fat-ass thighs

I only wish I could find someone someday who will think of such romantic things to say to me...

Maybe I am the ballot in the box / the bullet in the gun / the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son and really that whole theme song.

Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese erection
Fashion patrol police detection
I stay tight like Chinese connection

Dr. Carter by Lil Wayne

Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly

Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy

Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty

Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty

I start to think and then I sink into the paper, like I was ink / when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines / I escape - when I finish the rhyme

Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.

Like watching 1000 lemmings plummet just because the first one slipped

I smell a grape in the duck preserves

Canibus has some good ones but this is my fave:

Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch 
And gets forty dollars, includin' a five dollar tip 
How big was the dick she just sucked? 
(Say what?) 
Say how big was the dick she just sucked? 
(What?)

I like my sugar with coffee and cream.

m tryin' to explain, baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands

Amazing reference game

"Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret — the million other straws underneath it. It's all mathematics." -- Yasiin Bey

Alone. Phone's unplugged. Ignoring calls even though no one does.