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• Written by Balsawood
Balsawood's Notes
this was litterally just made on Wensday, October 18th, 2017
Verse #1
Ay keep away, ay keep away, ay keep away, ay KEEP AWAY!
so we come into the house with a forty four,
motha fucka we coming in doing parkour, Harry Osborne
first born, french horn, dent corn
I've been here scene, cut, action, your poor
or, ive been spying on your wife, busting like popcorn
this corn, running his fastest, then honking like a air horn
trying to get the ladies laughing but shes airborne
flying to the top of the mountain just to get away from you, you deformed
Verse #2
spy from the eye, motha fucker just fly,
guy just trying to say goodbye,
from the sky, to the Mumbai
easy swordsmanship that samurai
just why just why, just why
am i tryin to apply
for a job stinks ass, flashback, airtime
never been though a crime
even though ya girls sucking me dry, big time
Acess time: 0.96 prime
I just typin five
on your computer, which i stole, Hi!
You coming out of the closet, just a nursery rhyme
no that insn´t, well fine
going through this house without a dime
mothers got a little grime
Verse #3
Avery bliss, thats who imma bout to diss
mother fucker i wrote this
I wrote this while i is eat that swiss
though the abyss
the kiss
that i got from ya girl, what?!?! This
she got those grits
those who i appreciate, right Miss Frizz
I just got blitzed
with my wits and there wits
I´ve been waiting my whole life to accomplish this!
And Im done, Im fucking done
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Balsawood
Member since October 18 2017