lurkin in the back of a cutless caprice with a big booty beezie by the name of shanese youll always know when im gonna set off the eagle cuz ill be high off coke like that shit was legal never fuck with a sniper cuz I like to see his face when that hollow point shell puts his ass in place dont flow at all cuz im usally tanked off my ass you can find me in the street ,passed out with a bitch taking my cash from 15 to 16 my habits have changed I went from a mommas boy to fucking deranged but evryone these days wants to be a harcore thug when really all they need is a great big hug
Just for fun, I'll have em spot me a ton Tried to jack me for my shit, you better pray like a nun You spotted my gun You better fuck it and run, you better duck son you didnt your done your dead and I won search your bloddy pockets and I only find a one.
the freestyler never the dick rider give me a jimmy hat and i might hide her body like I'm eminem i dont know about you manly, not feminen holla
since were all rappin bout cars candy cadillac, im tippin on fours windows 5% tint open tha doors chronic blowin out have me crawlin on tha floor pick me up a nice hoe, by tha name of amanda got tha body of a goddess man she a slamma make tha car bounce wit out switches me an tha crew we back, u miss us?
Grandaddy purp or bubble, kush, crush, ya Ex-plode in a bitch mouth like a gusher Yeah, its lil wayne....not me. Ill come up with somethin later
I'm bad Na really I'm good Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood Got a loaded Tec live under my seat Put you in the ground Now you live under my feet All white diamonds on the front of my teeth And you better put O in front of my G The bullshit they be talking don't come to my knee I'm like a linebacker don't run it by me My two best friends will accompany me And right now they are in my dungaree sleep One name Mack one name Nenna They hit you make you do the Macarenna Where you tools you gonna need like a motherfucker And I'm so New Orleans it's like a motherfucker It's young money and we eating get you own suppa Make me go off to the trunk and get the bone crusher
i spray all on u like a can wit a broken top i'll hit u from ya bottom to ya fuckin top my brakes could be stuck, still couldnt stop I dont care if u write flip, ya piece still gon flop my rhymes are fresh like deli meats an errbody loves em, like girl track meets
you spray on us? whats that mean? your rhymes are weak an horrid u should of been aborted while your at it kill yourself u aint important kids these days.... newbies = gays
GeSuS KRIST that was fucking tite!!! now chulo heres 1 for you Spray Me Or Any One Else With Paint And Im Sure You Will Be Beaten And Left With A Concussion Your Rhymes Are Off Like Sick Fish You Need Special Parental Guidance As A Guide Line Go Fucking Die N A Hall Way Or Some Shit With A Needle N Your Arm Ladyz Come At Me Like A 6 Pack Of Beers That I Drink Though Out The Day Bitches Come At You Like A 1 Time Telegram Instead Of Ripping Walls Go Jump Off A Bridge In Al Kida! With A Bomb Strapped To Your Chest No Hate Homie Just Aint Free Styled In Agez We All Good lol All Goody *Bit Drunk BTW*
im fred your mum gave me head after your sister rode me in youre bed my dicks big i impaled ure mum now shes dead thank you thank you i know im sick no nead to tell me
givin all haters lead inaculations goin all country, got tags across the nation toys need to stay on mommies tits and quit tha fakin
gesus krist bringin tha hate back u betta stay back for he make ya skull crack leave u in a abandoned shack homie im back, bringin tha heat its a flow witout a beat sit deep in ya seat while workin tha wood wheel keep ya eyes peeled cuz ur shits about ta be stealed or stolen flow hot like molten...
evreybody listen up ima about to get dope it aint nothing but some shit I wrote tay get on the mic and eat *****z like salmon bitch I eat carrots fuck a potato famine theres diamonds in my mouth and strong smell of weed gold clogging my throath its hard to fucking breath real talk I do the dummy game ghostride the whip my skills is off the chain outta pocket ..fuck a bape I wont rock it disagree fool.. I might cock it *****z need sweaters cuz its colder then a lone titty but I got enough heat to blow the vest off fifty im not thug but I do enjoy sex weed and guns and evertything taboo calls for a strong sense of fun this is the end of the rhyme if you dont like it pm me your name and number and social secuirty number and a few naked pics and such so we can settle this out like real online predtors
lead inaculations isnt a word you talk about holding heat your only sixteen.... all nation? please its only a quick dream your trash tags get buffed while u try the talk tuff scene when out there real writers are doin real things toys? who you talkin to? not jesus of the tripple six crew emcee eraser.... im rubber, your the glue... "quit the faking?" i think its your own advice u need to be taking talking about lead lacerations bitch please.... your toy ass needs to stay in school and get a degree your rhyme style is wack and mentality is tragic why they do that? its call B-E-T's MAGIC.... [Broken External Image]:http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a171/Djscratch/dopeboychase.jpg keep chasing the dream
We fight right, it aint tight Goin around callin out Every fucking civilian you see and start fights Middle of the street, Your victory-addicted ass is right in the path of the lights Redneck driver, Ford pickup, comin to pick ya shit up Apparently you refuse to do the work You illiterate prick, you can't comprehend these words Forget using them, what's the point? Talkin to an uneducated fuck, throwin down ill joints I'll be throwin down rhymes like bombs And your only response is "Uhh, your mom" Dude shit's been played back in the fifties If you got nothing to say, call ya bitch please, tell her to get down on her knees, tell her to suck my dick, jeez Now I'm gettin tired, I see this as pointless now I'll stop and give ya a minute to wonder how Boooooooooooooooooooooooored