Then i punched that bitch in the face and she cried And not much later I skull fucked her til she died yeah i knocked her eye out and fucked the empty hole then i went in my room and i smoked a fat bowl
Smoking is what I need, the kind with no seed, so I can get treed, so find me some weeed. But this town is sucking dick, all we have is mids.. I take one look in the jar and proceed to shut the lid.
see me crawlin in the caddy slidin candy, 5th is handy i be sittin sippin brandy finger flippin switchen badly actually it has to be a trunk poppin tragedy you must have lost ya mind if u think u taxin me pakin trees, trappin leaves, yes indeed im texas G wrecklessly wreck with ease always rep the S-A-T thas the home, where ive grown 15 yrs in my hood im known,,,
Fuck that tangent let's get back to the story at hand I just skullfucked that bitch now I'm a wanted man I wiped the blood off my dick And made for the door I grabbed the pie on the fly But left that whore on the floor I made for the border Thought I got away scott-free But leaving that nut in her skull Was like screaming "IT WAS ME!".
prohibited, get out my bed. this ain't no free fo all, smoke in the shed. i can't have y'all eatin all my food, i've got 3 days left and i don't feel so good. why the hell there 6 people in my bathroom, here's a shroom, how did this get in my parents room? turn on a light, the dj can't see, i jus waxed the floor, look out for DP. he's here, same friends, brought that same shit again. same cid mom tried when she began, he won't stop moving till you do some shit. that bed ain't meant for that, so roll off it. clear that couch, rest your head, get them kids off my parents bed, they ain't moving they took 10 hits, that bed ain't meant for that, so roll off of it.
step up son flail with me in this chaotic sea, sail with me, do a rail with me, not that jib, not xtc, it's something new, reality.
this is what we call a cypher i honestly dont give a fuck if you ripped that shit up or liked her cause yo i got a crazed phenomonon as i drop bombs like i was over islam but here comes the bomb i never stop playin like you cant pause a cd rom there goes the storm its called the war of rap and it can get worst then viet nams crap
who wants what? get bucked, get fucked up, get slaughtered if my body is a temple then my mind should be altered, every day of the week, i pray on the week, i stay in my seat due to the haze and its peak. fresh meat, toothpick outta my teeth. get your ass hauled you glass jawed fake geeks. you corny mother fuckers do not know what to do, like dress like who if real recognizes real, then who the fuck are you? i stay true, pay dues, you fake dudes just lean in your dance. but that codeine put mo lean in my stance, i need one chance. im dope, its simple, but no one has given the opportunity to see me at my full potential armed with lyrical tentacles to dent a fool, till he resembles genitals, simple tools are all identical, get a personality, you faggots<3
dent a fool till he resembles genitals? hahahaha. whaaaat? my style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable i'm like mike tyson, taking swipes at your mental take a bite outcha ear, and strike toward your temple you knocked down, "looking up to me," i'm so influential well, maybe not. but i'm under the influence i proclaim my innocence, but maybe it's just ignorance maybe it's because i stay being so villainous we try to do our thing, but these cops keep killing us check my rap sheet. you know i like to par-ty but everytime i hit the streets, they trying to charge me i'm made for recreation, just like an RV but they wanna throw me in the can, like a sardine fuck that. i won't serve six months for some petty shit show me, where's the evidence? that shit is irrelevant no prior charges, and they slap me with a felon, kid i beat that shit, now i'ma tell em who the felon is
"looking up to me," i'm so influential that was fucking awesome. and have you gotten beaten so hard your face looks like cock? or pussy? that would hurt wouldnt it? hahahahaah. fuck off it was a freestyle.
at times i wanna grab the steel an put the numbers to my temple. watch the lead peal through the tissues in my head. see my brain shed tears but tha color is red.all feelin is dead.all emotion is decomposed. quik to leave *****s frozen beyond comatose.toes curled.youv pissed your bed. i leave ya mind mashed like patatoes or smushed like cornbread.like el said ya cant kill me i was born dead.the wicked kid causemick born bred like a beast. i love the sound of sirens, guns firein. the kinda shit you be admirin.my money stacks b pilen .my breezys lick the sternum an shaft stay smilen. in fact they file in. ta let me shove ma @#$% a motha fuckin mile in. have the honeys screamin MY PUSSYs WIDENIN! good. now i could slide in.hit the skins. then rip her friends.the leave em in shreads needin stiches to amend the mess ,i caused post traumatic stress when i left.some call it theft.but thats jus how i rest.god blessed me wit one last nerve left. i call it my might. i use it to get away from the spot lights the ghetto birds the helecopters in flight. outta sight an outta mind. so lost im out ma fuckin spine. this rap shit should be a crime. an for every rhyme in every line i should b fined. for not warning yall that parental discretion should be advised. now have ya motha sign above the dotted lines. yours truely cosmic seven.
Ya'll both some quintessential faggots So please get acquainted with the heata That'll have you being eaten by maggots.