Gino Morino - Nice Poem (feat. Big Pack) Lyrics

Shut your f*cking mouth
I bring the fight on turn the light on yeah it's bright as hell
I need some pepperoni, pizza sauce, pizza dough
I have no memory of how I got here God knows
I still smoke crack, drink Jack, and meet my wife with blows
You better f*cking know that's a reference to Italian
After Brooklyn kitchen's empty need some f*cking hoes
Not them weak ones not them white sauce not them al-fre-do
Coming at me with her pale skin like an al-bin-o
And look she in the bed now screamin' G I N and O
That's Gino Morino to you, bitch
But what do I do now about keeping my shit in line
I'm stuck in Gehenna with my hand on a f*ckin' nine
Cause these demons keep cryin' blood out their goddamn eyes
And makin' me hear voices that make me want to f*ckin' die inside
Hey Gino it's the demon inside
Pullin' up with two nines like the Germans at the Rhine
I haunt you every night you swine
Go ahead and tie the noose out of twine
I guarantee it'll have you hanging like a vine
Our motives do align
Allow me to assign
Listen to me you motherf*cker
You can't die until we murder these suckas
And this motherf*cker Big Pack is our shot at the platinum
But I'm not finished dick in bitches talkin' balls deep
I got some problems but they bouncin' like I'm Neck Deep
And the truth is Oprah has my dick between her feet
And the money comes when I sweep her off her feet
And a dollar twelve in my bank keeps her on her feet, Damn
But Oprah fifth and the Aniston is the second
When I met McCurdy she called my dick a lethal weapon
I didn't pay these bitches they just wanted Armageddon
The pussy twitchin' bitch is twistin' and my essence beckons
That's a fancy way to say I busted a f*cking nut all over those hoes
I call my dick the blender when you see me you surrender
But to be serious I'm trying to say f*ck censure
Nice poem
I guess I do know a little about keeping my shit in line
Because I want to be in Gehenna with my hand on something bigger than a nine
And those demons don't exist, they're just behind my goddamn eyes
Hidden in my brain out of my line of f*cking sight
Hey Gino it's the demon inside
Pullin' up with two nines like the Germans at the Rhine
I haunt you every night you swine
Go ahead and tie the noose out of twine
I guarantee it'll have you hanging like a vine
Our motives do align
Allow me to assign
Listen to me you motherf*cker
You can't die until we murder these suckas
And Big Pack rocks the album all through the f*cking night
Cause I can't even catch up with half of the shit he's f*cking saying
But it's about to get really f*cking serious you goddamn motherf*ckers
I'm here, it's me Gino bitch, and you know whenever I get on the mic I go crazy
Just like that one time when I had a f*cking life
And I had some f*cking friends I had no f*cking strife
But I guess it's over stepped out of bounds out of line
You can't catch up I've left you all f*cking behind
Because I know these songs are factual and shit
Towards the end of the last album I had some actual shit
To say, and now that it's coming out in verses
I never had to rehearse to spit bars for all my curses
You ain't ready for this shit
Overcoat on and I don't give a f*ck
Gun in my pocket everyone around me is out of luck
Except for the fact that this is just a dream
A fantasy that's too far out of reach
So for now I'll keep it in check
But if you don't stop f*cking around you might get wrecked
Then again this song's a joke
And the only thing real is that your life is the punchline