You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy
I feel like another pile of lumber
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true
And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/
In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow
I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino
I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start
My heart was torn apart, i need to find another female that has heart
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
I am not the guy that you wanna cross
Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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