Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art
But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
In this known art of wits
The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,
She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice
You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth
Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys
She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip
And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit
And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,
I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
Reminding you again in visual imagery
Have you watched the film called escape plan,
You gotta let these shits go, man
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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