no breathers

asked the bitch what happened why u acting get on the back end fuck your fashion i aint askin cold stare stop lights flashin while passin im smashin revvin the cyliders mackin cheeks clapping to the speed bump reactions im laughin sinister shit im jackin send her floatin like a javalin tell her to go sit after make so, im the master highly reactive bastard i aint talking in the past tense ill make ya mast stiff rough jazz pit pups puff chronic smoke up sip the heem wont choke up hit the seams till it rip up then she glems when she froze up took the dee till we rose up then hold the keys when we showed up im the Gee in the ponderosa