Artist: The Rodentz f/ Valerie Album: Rodentity Song: Laugh Inside Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Valerie] All the tears you cry You wonder how come you can't dry your eyes And then you realize, that it's raindrops You'll just laugh inside [Cno Evil] I used to do it for a hobby, now I do it for a living I'll leave your socks bloody like your name was Curt Schilling I'm going for the homer, I'm not talking bout the Simpson You going for the quarters, while I'm going for the millions Who winning? Johnny, got Li-Mouse behind me Finally, right? You might say that I'm grimy Two I's in my last name, two eyes on my face Rhyming in the fast lane, the lyrical race Aiyo, check it, I don't carry no baggage Call me Wilson, I stay producing 'rackets' Those who love you, they probably hate me And this might bug you, but it don't phase me Remember the fun, the times, and those phat rhymes? But I was the one, who picked up on the signs Angels smiling, the devils be lying The tempers be flying, cuz I be conniving The Rode is blocked, now, kid, take another path Mark my words, this ain't being mad or being sad This is being glad of having what I never had The real life version of the yin and the yang Battling, like the chess pieces on the board Oh lord, what the fuck you know about a sword? Don't do it to yourself, put that back on the shelf Don't fuck with the sharpness, cuz it's bad for your health I got the knowledge like Knickolist, watch how I'm living this Pancake rhymes, so watch how I'm flipping this Lyricist, lyrical worker, the supporter Destroy shit like John Rambo up in Burma The daunting, fountain of youth, the mountain of truth That I must climb, so I rhyme in the booth Like I'm running out of time, I'm running out of lines I think Cno Evil, cuz I've become blind [Li-Mouse] Like injured athletes, I ain't playing, not sugar coated Li-Mouse, in case you forgot, keep that noted Born with supremacy, you can ask Damon Your flow is poor, just look when I'm raining If I can't get shit, I'm Magnum P.I. Robin 1 You got caliber, son, but no chance of dodging them I'm serious, kid, you can ask Slim Shady If not, you get choked out like some breached baby Watch like you was Casio or Movado I become wanted like the winning numbers of the lotto Bitch ass cats, your brain remains hollow Zombie cat, like a trailer, you always follow Leading is no option, I've been here first Fuck, shit, bitch, hell, yeah, you've been cursed Out, like a baseball player in the MLB You ain't bust a nut when you fucking with me You know Li, got that shit, that's crazy Catch me on Mam Ave., chilling in Lazy If I see your punk ass, I might say 'peace' Otherwise, you get knocked the fuck out, I don't cease Yeah, that's word, straight up Wack MC's stay spitting shit that's made up Lines of rhymes, they stay fabricated I ain't Hillary, I don't need to be debated Whether or not my style is weak or just plain great Growing up, everyone used to tell me... [Outro: Li-Mouse (Cno Evil)] Oh, shit, I forgot about that part I made up that whole fucking part --- I made the whole shit up, I don't say any of that (What?) Yo, look, hold on, let me listen again (what's wrong with you?) I made it up, dog