ur like that loudmouth skiiny guy hiding behind his big friend, only ur friend is pass whos just a bit gay
yo , i can clearly tell youse a rich white kid see your vocabulary you aint got a slang , cause all you do is talk shit this aint the future homie , we aint got plasma gun you can't espace now , i see the lack of inspiration im street talking , i dont need futurists remarks the words escaping my mouth , just like when a gun sparks you'se a fake ass rapper and you knew it for long why dont you just shut the fuck up and go back where u belong
Im still shootin mutha fuckkkuz / middle finga ready to pop Im z'd out... / rollin up tobacco in a TOP cuz a rillo ain't shit / ***** aim ***** hit when I put tha fingertip / in tha barrel let it click if yo bodybag drop / Imma roll you in a ditch to tha CREEK in tha VILLE G-K leave em head... less gravesite fulla reapers there waitin' fa tha next bitch
just cuss im not kickin my localitys vanacular, dont mean im not planin on attackin ya, lyrics rip thru ur mental, fuse it in back in two, rearange everything u knew like a fat blunt, reality looks similer but with that skunk, dont hit it to much, cuss ur a wack punk, bad for ur health like kung fu fighters who combat monks.
youve watched too many movies your imagination is playing tricks on ya having dreams of being like tony montana you aint shit , you nada im a stunna , see motherfucka just give up you aint reppin where u from is it because u scared , punk?! you aint no hood ***** , you aint no rapper id like to tear you apart like i do with weed on the regular talkin about blunts but i never seen u hit it do you live what you write ? cause i see lies in your lyrics
sketch3 is WAY better then pass and monor.... and me. Spike the wine with X with a kind of Hex that'll leave your mind behind without time to rest. Sun rays gaze the earth as guns blaze the turf of fatal spleans of young teenagers. just some shit...
not really, you got sum good shit, i go of course and bullshit to much,, ahh we all suck compared to other folks pass u wanna diss my vocab in a freestyle thread? makes me wanna release vile heads, to make police files spread, on going investingation, if only they possesed the patients, to addres the nation, mayb theyed find the body wraped up in a shower curtain, sitting the for hours spurting, blood out ur person
forget that i come back and smack ur lungs worse then an asthma attack packed with an antic punch. an acid tap strapped to my back for fun as i collapse and pass out on a stack of guns. haha. the acual fact is that i lack the guts to pack my backpack with gats and such. strapped a sack lunch and nestle crunch that my mom packed me to eat for lunch... a work in progress haha.