Icons - M.A.B.

«I mean you gotta admit, its kinda meaningless ««Well, they say they’re celebrating icons.

Do you believe in icons?

««-Celebrating icons, boy that is just the absolute lowest aiming…

you know, possibility that we could come up with.

its like, icons.

Do you believe in Icons?»

I am more than a icon

Something more like a python

Killin anything I write on

Got me in a mag nylon

Every day a boss fight

Bad bitch she a Blonde dike

All the shit we did on skype

Online like all night

Goin ham on a cam

I’m the boy it’s the man

Keep fuckin for the fans

Keep stackin all the bands

Now I got the upper hand

I don’t think you understand

She not no Virgin

Her ass I worship

This just the surface

She say insert it

Hot like a furnace

YSL Purses

She so deservin

Her drive is burnin

For higher learnin

Thanks for your service

On the clock like tic toc, Kept a bunch of addies in a zip lock,

Fuck all of that shit this hot

She Fuckin on the realest nigga claiming he hip hop

Came from the bottom now we risin to the tip top

More than a icon, more than A legend

D.C. Don, way beyond all you peasants

Only to my goddess I’m comin in second

Is she Gonna make it?

man there ain’t no tellin!

Feelin on her moon, I’m on mute now

Speaking with the actions, bringing truth out

How dare you say you love me, and just split out

Who you fuckin?

Call him daddy, call me Saint and bow

Takin off my head, I cut deep like Kung Lao

Dragon dick, lay this fire up on her camp grounds

Don’t make a sudden move, and don’t make no sound

I’m a freak going off nature, I can feel you when you howl

A real beast on a full moon, girl just let it out

From Pleiades to the Hades come get it while it’s hot

Sweet and fuckin bitter my Martini on the rocks

Pussy be cumin, I’m here for another plot