mutiny upon m3 thug go n get m3

underground from my al the souns like bustin buc n rounds pounds the grounds like county affairs by the awares so i swears 16 un the fated the but the hella related my slated my star shine the rhymes hooks n knocks real purest of the world in a flash like he smash down town west the bound buc up in the shiver ur timbers my boots to timberland to my sauciest the yes of my wenches get broke no joke i rather be the soft spoke but i get too tired n reapetin so get skeeting sleep the tired eyes befor the sunrise im bad ass thug track to the attack n bars like a para wuts the graphs no the trooper if i think i smell a pig then its off with ur heads n a fashion like up me my passion so dont be a snooping troopin scooping my da bloons or ill have to use for me garden roses to blooms like bloody murder n tombs .... set u on my crows nest tied up the oh ho yes stress less gi gets me a navy british american port a royal im insane on tracks like i stacks backs jacks from the city go against me it be ur epitomy so i slits cuts up the shuts buts lips snips trips like crips with they clips on the booty to go smack her i capn the hook on the ears n out im the bay up the way the gold im coming after u in san the fran they bay cause u know im up out the gulf of the mexico so go hide the ride they side likes jodies the foster or ben the son to foster so i cost her like yodie n the nermal leaves minds up n turmoils so coil the coral the reef while i smash mermaids like sirens when im the stylin smashin bays away i play like hookie go at the drop of a skirt im all bout the bootie ho ho u all the show fo the know I'm cno up out the company so dont u fuck with me im to cold straight relate me im after the bold the shine the gold silver platinum tracks n figaro n cuban link n rope the chains with dope pendants like i leave lil bidy remnants bust the foo at the attention like dykes fuck rykes is the land to free my boy pras if we dont ill have to grab a hostage to acost this so there that smack crack the smokes barrels like thug apparels gun powder the barrels like he must be out the marrow im like a straight arrow let the un the fair sit hell the aware fiction upon the wigs n gowns like fruits good golly oh no im the jolly the bones to crossed im back harm the pain to brain and yes the lets not forget bout my home girl yes ms Lauryn hill congrats to the living the legend my lord girl u been killing me ever so softly but in my mind it the deafing. so imust be the thug u been mentioning for the decades upon my lets get the cade the less my ready or not girl u to