WU
• Written by G-FaceMurderer
Rep the stick, glued on the hip, making brothas monkey flip.
Breathe through the eyes of golden gates hail hell for saints.
Tainted love for the faint hearted, love cant and don'ts of lain.
Planet world domination machines and hard headed men.
Sin within demons proclaim they know them.
He him with her, she bowed down to the kings power.
Green prints ontop of caskets, Mexico cartels blasting.
Rap is poetry at its finest, G's a lyric terrorist.
Abusing tracks, lethal. Spine snapped by a free throw.
Snow falling turning into red wine, world won, lyrics fined.
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G-FaceMurderer
Member since September 30 2021