Tuesday, January 25, 2011
SpItTiNg BaRs
No recooperating. Niggas straight hating. Shit ain't straighten. To put 'em deep in they coffin. What the fuck they thinking. I off 'em. Never soften. Only hard with the shit. Wicked kris back at it. Always. Gutter hard & raw as ever. No better then clever. Settle with the metal. Hot blows it. Like you never know it. Own it. Disown be gone. Off at what's not shown. No remorse you hoarsed. Gag in the throats. Acid reflexes. You can't even bet in what's next is. Like a nexus. Wwe or a tna. No tits & ass. But like total nonstop. Cause thats just how i am with the flow. Unforgettable. Put 'em down in a headlock. Heard ya girl say. She like when i make her bed rock. While she suck on this deep 9 inch cock. Put it deep in her twat. You off in the wrong spot. To be making any suggesting. Who asked you. Like i.c.p. You lame wannabe. Get the fuck off of me. Get off me dog dawg. Worse then a lincoln log. Caught in the fog. Guess what. Still here & not giving a fuck. You caught in a ditch. Can't grow yaself. To make ya rich. Like rich i'll lead ya to a stitch. Life's a bitch. Once your use to it. & have a handle on something. That's a grip. Like ass big whooty white ass. A pawg but don't mistake me for being ya dog. When i'm not. Get it right. Ight nothing ain't up to light. No sun come down. Round & round. Like to murder. Rhymes i slaughter. Ain't no one you heard of better. Full up & energy. Not anybody seeing me. I'm killing 'em. More then putting thrill into them. Like mike jack. But ain't touchable as him. Moonwalk. & have these lil niggas screaming. Whooing heeheeing off they ass. Into the grass. What's worse. I dun know. You tell me. Something don't sound right. It's fishy. Go swim with the fish. Unless you wanna be like the bitch. Bark like females. Are only hell. I can't tell. Not if to only get ya shit to sell. Like whales. Blow hole like waters. Lard pardon me. But none excuse me. I excuse them. To arouse & get they juice running flowing. Make them wet. Shit's set. Etch off in deck. Bust with tech like a vet. & that's that nigga. You couldn't figure. How the bigger. As i pull on the trigger. Call me ya gravedigger. Dig yo grave. Out the wave. That ain't paved. Like a memory. That's not saved. Fucker you stuck up. Motherfucker. Call me a mr. motherfucker. Cause ima motherfucker. That's right. Right right. & my shit is more phat then tight. Wickedest. I'm wicked & don't you fucking forget it. Nothing is ever regreted. Ghost. I done said it. Gone. Swim like the fish in the pond. Nigga. It's the insane wicked lyripoetcist needing no assist. That's it.
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