Artist: Thirstin Howl III Album: Skillionaire Song: Frogstyle Typed by: JubeiUno@aol.com Reptile forum, lyrics like insect repellent, harmful if swallowed Not argued, its like deep throating a harpoon Wrong like Muslims disobeying Allah rules Packing them in like Rikers island modules No jiminy crickets or kermits, non-dysfunctional derelicts Your whole style serves no purpose, feather weights, penny betting We separated the mic from the men, with any weapon I touch breaks with a windmill, footwork, and three head spins And I'm answer all of them before you can ask any questions We separate the lyricists from the lyrically less fortunate Trying to make a come back with Mickey Mouse choruses Had me, yawning, often cause your boring Your styles is so dead your whole clique should be mourning Lyrical frogmen, unknown origin, human amphibian The industry, don't want to let me in Frog without the big eyes, warts and green skin Dangerously hype like the Hulk on coke Don't discriminate I'll rip niggas on both coasts And I can even write a rhyme without mentioning my wardrobe Acapella or music, rhyme exclusive Everybody wants one like a cigarette in a bullpen Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me Thirstin Howl the third, I become one with the mic When measured on potential, mc's around here aint my height According to these microphones I should be the emperor And fuck all record labels, who said I should have brought a sampler If rap was a game I'd be M.V.P, misinterpreted violent penalties And when I rhyme backwards it looks like I'm catching epilepsy Half man, half rhymes, only have myself to impress me Respect to Sabbath, remember when the rhymes were just a hitting habit The man felt it wasn't a part of him that didn't matter, still gave God thanks Had two social security cards and birth certificate that was blank Escape from psychiatrics, chewed upon my mattress And showed them the number one reason why they don't allow matches Throwing gut shots, I heard organs and un-guarded glands Could have eyeballs in your palms and still couldn't see me, with the hands Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me Why must I feel like that, why must I rip the track Its nothing but the frog in me, nothing but the frog in me Since I'm the frog, you emcees are courageous cats Forcing me to leave you like a Chinese woman, ass flat I remind you of your ex-wife's' cooking You don't know nobody who would eat me National geographic labeled endangered species Rip it, rip it, not repeat, repeat Emcees are minor contestants, done in, neatly Rap boxer, punch lines hit below the belt Explicit lyrics stickers, telling me to control myself Parental guidance, I learned from the muddy waters and deep shit On Skilligans Island where religion is violence My flow will leave you lost, like men wearing women disguises Lyrics tighter than the clothes made for bicyclists Rap's offspring, right about now my freestyles costing DJ Spinna Show them they're rusty and need oiling Had an affair with miss piggy, till I got tired of her oinking Hope to never see the pin like a gutter ball in bowling Thirstin Howl the third, frogstyle's priceless My mouth must be full of insect feces Cause I'm always saying some FLY SHIT