The Grand Slam

ROUGH DRAFT; PAGE TWO #ROUGHDRAFTNUMBER2 #0URCREW #OURCREWNETWORK I roll dolo so I won't bump heads like 2 f massacre I leave em all on read like messages when I don't reply Zeus with these lighting bolts bolt to leave behind a broken sky I keep hearing lame you outta toughen up water soften er cheuffer play victim I close this case to give closure poster don suppose ta no mob ties just this 3 piece suit how they want beef when theyre choking on sweet pea soup got it backwards like taking babies from a candy rapping be like a hand job cause I always come in handy once upon a time from the deep ground I spawn from dusk to dawn conquering these pawns I kanghaskan you can't respond I'm duct taping chatterboxes chopping heads off like convertibles I leave em topless I leave you clueless like a bad detective I fly under the radar and for that matter you cannot detect this take it easy Iam ruthless Iam rekless I stay independent like whats dangling on my necklace I walk like my ding-a-ling is tapping on my ankle pray on my enemies every Sunday on this terbanacle you know I am hungry never skipping lunchrooms and niggas carry baggage like they be tripping on mushrooms fuck a group I roll with me myself and I motherfuckers act like animals until they get euthanized head shot right between the eyes they delusional acting pissy and pissed off urinal I'm not laughing with you I'm laughing at you be I don't gotta try to rap this shit comes to me naturally my pull out game you would think I hate children do a flip as I jump off the empire state building and on both hands as do a hand stand blindfolded full bases still hit a grand slam