Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,
They bringing me fish and chips
Just read half of these lyrics,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
Like a book full of pages, that can't be read,
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
See, if he read this sheet,
The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
How the fuck did you write,its so hilarious to read
But that's not what i read.
Like sally mae on college debt
I read it, the fine lines
All the time with this glock of mines
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
You must read in between these lines,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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