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I'm smashing the booth like im smashing the Boose choosing the goon running up on you and your crew with bar one and two see cunts turn black and blue from the nose i produce better grab ur crew and vacate the room the noise i produce has cunts trippin and seduced put the truth towards you and your crew see how fast u can move slippin u up to fall to my tune born on the block natural at running from the cops with the rock in my sock this shit dont stop we got the game on lock cop the lot when we drop hip hop but your a gronk so you might get got during the plot to drop a sound so hot never drop your gurd stay weary of the coper dogs at the cop shop watchin our moves non stop throw em off to the local parking lot to throw up a tag on the concrete blocks yelling fuck the cops the bunch of dogs tell a politician to top himself off cause there nothing but over weight lippy cunts that talk alot fuck you want im a boss reppin lacost your crew are full of gronks trina comeacross what there not ill smash ya and take your watch for showing off infecting the fake traits like a hex trina flex like your better than the rest step up and ill terminate a pest with a pen in hand like we blessed ill test your limmits burn the sets with progress depression has me vibing with your distress ill put my dick in your hand inject with your musses in bed while kissin her friend than ill hit you with a text you know i aint a witness of flaws ill run up and kick down ur door put my fist to your jaw just for sport so if u wernt listening before drop writtens till my hand blisters with saws so sit in awe as blur spits it raw punch a dog in the troat throw the dog a bone and watch in amusement as he fetches it if u didnt get this message that i directed ill simplfie the reference till you get it you made it because you faked it ill take you on a date i bet you will mever make it take a trip witg satain take a risk thats fatal improve a cunts motivation of driving determination so fuck your fake accusations ill kick up dust set a fuss amonst us priorities in drugs trina keep us from breaking up but its true drugs and love cant coenside it just turns lust diggs a rutt the ones u love dissapear like the funds succumbed from the situation unable to renjust ill just run up crumbling as i stumble mumbling drunk being myself brah im fucked u be strutting acting up putting on a front and that shows the real apart you dont have to be buff and staunch to be real i see cunts riped that rather run to the cops to save the day than deal with i proper ways i got em itchin and bitchin like a junkie wanting that fix man i was droppin writtens in prision stickin fingers at the offercers locking us in i droppin writtens with precision just witness how i got these rymes that my brain equipted im not spitting disses of what i think ima give it a miss i was practing flow in rnr rapping bars with the bros in the brasko in the prison yard doing it hard playing cards having a yarn reminissing or dreaming of being free having a laugh at how fast the lag sped past abusing narcotics untill i turned sociologically sicotic loosing everyone i had because they couldn't stop me i know they just didnt want to be forever worried and fuck im truley sorry but if ever i leave this earth my spot will forever be resurved all the lessons ive lurned is like a mirical on earth all along thinking im kursed knowing shit could be wose so why does that wack cunt rap so dramatic i think i nedd a chnage of ststes to put me back on balence living in a state of panic surrounded by drastic plastic rappers ryming like spastic faggots so stop and check your reflection beofore your recherd stop testing and steppin like a weapon like you rep it because i reckon id reck you whithin a second cease spitting rymes ill make a emcee spit theeth bury the cunt in his own deciet knock em out take your shoes off your feet its blur emcee keepin it fresh on the beat seeking your on seek bevause its my job to rob cunts of there speach im on the srtreet with my nike tik dry fit my nike tik fly kicks a knife flicked my side kick try diss you will cop a fly fist come try this watch life twist i spit and u fail to catch the hint like a inprint of my fist after i throw a hit i rarely miss thats my gift taking risk as ur life spins with a grin running rings around you pulling strings let em know the flow blur brings is one of kings grab a medic to fix your state of mind as it grows slick im danmed in a life sick that would make a weak cunt loose his shit winging and cringin while i sit dropping writtens grining and spitting on a mission
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I'm smashing the booth like im smashing the Boose choosing the goon running up on you and your crew with bar one and two see cunts turn black and blue from the nose i produce better grab ur crew and vacate the room the noise i produce has cunts trippin and seduced put the truth towards you and your crew see how fast u can move slippin u up to fall to my tune born on the block natural at running from the cops with the rock in my sock this shit dont stop we got the game on lock cop the lot when we drop hip hop but your a gronk so you might get got during the plot to drop a sound so hot never drop your gurd stay weary of the coper dogs at the cop shop watchin our moves non stop throw em off to the local parking lot to throw up a tag on the concrete blocks yelling fuck the cops the bunch of dogs tell a politician to top himself off cause there nothing but over weight lippy cunts that talk alot fuck you want im a boss reppin lacost your crew are full of gronks trina comeacross what there not ill smash ya and take your watch for showing off infecting the fake traits like a hex trina flex like your better than the rest step up and ill terminate a pest with a pen in hand like we blessed ill test your limmits burn the sets with progress depression has me vibing with your distress ill put my dick in your hand inject with your musses in bed while kissin her friend than ill hit you with a text you know i aint a witness of flaws ill run up and kick down ur door put my fist to your jaw just for sport so if u wernt listening before drop writtens till my hand blisters with saws so sit in awe as blur spits it raw punch a dog in the troat throw the dog a bone and watch in amusement as he fetches it if u didnt get this message that i directed ill simplfie the reference till you get it you made it because you faked it ill take you on a date i bet you will mever make it take a trip witg satain take a risk thats fatal improve a cunts motivation of driving determination so fuck your fake accusations ill kick up dust set a fuss amonst us priorities in drugs trina keep us from breaking up but its true drugs and love cant coenside it just turns lust diggs a rutt the ones u love dissapear like the funds succumbed from the situation unable to renjust ill just run up crumbling as i stumble mumbling drunk being myself brah im fucked u be strutting acting up putting on a front and that shows the real apart you dont have to be buff and staunch to be real i see cunts riped that rather run to the cops to save the day than deal with i proper ways i got em itchin and bitchin like a junkie wanting that fix man i was droppin writtens in prision stickin fingers at the offercers locking us in i droppin writtens with precision just witness how i got these rymes that my brain equipted im not spitting disses of what i think ima give it a miss i was practing flow in rnr rapping bars with the bros in the brasko in the prison yard doing it hard playing cards having a yarn reminissing or dreaming of being free having a laugh at how fast the lag sped past abusing narcotics untill i turned sociologically sicotic loosing everyone i had because they couldn't stop me i know they just didnt want to be forever worried and fuck im truley sorry but if ever i leave this earth my spot will forever be resurved all the lessons ive lurned is like a mirical on earth all along thinking im kursed knowing shit could be wose so why does that wack cunt rap so dramatic i think i nedd a chnage of ststes to put me back on balence living in a state of panic surrounded by drastic plastic rappers ryming like spastic faggots so stop and check your reflection beofore your recherd stop testing and steppin like a weapon like you rep it because i reckon id reck you whithin a second cease spitting rymes ill make a emcee spit theeth bury the cunt in his own deciet knock em out take your shoes off your feet its blur emcee keepin it fresh on the beat seeking your on seek bevause its my job to rob cunts of there speach im on the srtreet with my nike tik dry fit my nike tik fly kicks a knife flicked my side kick try diss you will cop a fly fist come try this watch life twist i spit and u fail to catch the hint like a inprint of my fist after i throw a hit i rarely miss thats my gift taking risk as ur life spins with a grin running rings around you pulling strings let em know the flow blur brings is one of kings grab a medic to fix your state of mind as it grows slick im danmed in a life sick that would make a weak cunt loose his shit winging and cringin while i sit dropping writtens grining and spitting on a mission
nah bro that's called biting
and I may have too hire u full time to writte my raps no cap
can I cop a lyric yo shii kinda fire