Dead Presidents (Intro)
• Written by Loondar
Welcome to Looney tunes, first chapter
Mr verse smasher, the worst from this cursed bastard
Pass the herb faster, stay alert cause these words matter
I stay on dirt like the caps on the pasture
I capture the essence of the past with my flow mastered
Leaving brains of my foes like my phone, shattered
My mind is a pinata, drugs are the bat
leave my thoughts scattered like poles in the trap
Since I'm upholding rap there is no holding back
And the hoes turn they back till I'm holding the stacks
They miss the bigger picture, they got holes in they maps
I got holes in my cold frozen heart and my souls kinda dark
But I spit gold on this track, Ive been told that I'm wack
Showed em songs and they laughed
I just kept on promoting my craft, draft after draft
I'm just closing the gap with explosions of facts
Learned to adapt daft, keep em on their toes like a tap dance
My cannons rolled with Afghan, addicted to the pills like pac man
Who needs the kill? I got the pack, man
Disrespectful bitches get dismissed with the backhand
Sauce drippin like a sweat gland, only the first song and it's a grand slam
Off the top like Rob Van Dam, god damn
//Lil wayne sky is the limit sample "I hate when people say talk is cheap, cause I'm the type to let money talk for me."
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Loondar
Member since March 23 2015