gotham

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17 Aug 2020

i got some bitches in the back with margaritas... drinkn lagunitas.... with some bangn senoritas... they wanna see the penis ... ..im prolly gonna let em .. cuz then i get the kitty kat... and baby ima pet em.. everyday of my life is like armageddon by the night you can prolly catch me drinkn at a wedding... mothers..misters. a couple slutty sisters.. ill give em all the buisness ... swear to god ill make there tits hurt... blistered.. .yelln in the streets dont whisper.. a felon trynna eat ..while gettn head upon the shitter i watch the bitches scissor and prolly take a picture. .... blow a load like a shotgun then walk the groom to kiss her..... yesssir everybody knows i spit it sicker... if ever theres a mic ill be quik to spit a quik verse switch words if you didnt know then you jist haeard... ima twisted motherfucker .... and a little but of disturbed... im not the one to tango with so homie dont you get stern... shitbird listen or ill give your ass a wrist burn hennesy and holy water smoking like a chiminey i use to have a conscious until i murdered jimeney.... bloody mary grenadine... will always take the memory... the temdency to rap like theres ten of me to enemies.. mesculine . .psychoactive drugs.in my recipe... unless yr gettn high as fuck then u dont wanna mess with me... i guess yr not impressed..but ..unless you all are feeln me.. ..im physically killing these beats that kinda interest.me typically ...im a twist the angles at a different speed .... annunciate the verbage then make the instrumental bleed.. symphony of riddles...some metaphors and similes.. test me on the streets and get blessed with my abilities this my kind of villainy. a product of a mysterey... addiction and conflicted..contradiction that have filled the dreams.. im here to help the kids to see ... the world has made a different breed materials and buying all the shit that we domt really need thinkers out the box... no longer follow sheep those who talk and never fall asleep provoke us to be woke ..... with hope for us to breathe under a microscope.... all whi the oceans scream eyes bloodshot with cottonmouth enough talk.. im drinkn till i bloodclot.. then overdose on buckshot... dumb lucks never been enough i think my lucks shot.... im sitting waiting patiently at inner citys busstops what happend to the databases... chasn us to gunshots... a life thats like a smoking mirror broken hope and death plots. but dont trip. bcuz its just talk ...

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4 years ago

very good 👍🏼👍🏼 well done bro

4 years ago

i got some bitches in the back with margaritas... drinkn lagunitas.... with some bangn senoritas... they wanna see the penis ... ..im prolly gonna let em .. cuz then i get the kitty kat... and baby ima pet em.. everyday of my life is like armageddon by the night you can prolly catch me drinkn at a wedding... mothers..misters. a couple slutty sisters.. ill give em all the buisness ... swear to god ill make there tits hurt... blistered.. .yelln in the streets dont whisper.. a felon trynna eat ..while gettn head upon the shitter i watch the bitches scissor and prolly take a picture. .... blow a load like a shotgun then walk the groom to kiss her..... yesssir everybody knows i spit it sicker... if ever theres a mic ill be quik to spit a quik verse switch words if you didnt know then you jist haeard... ima twisted motherfucker .... and a little but of disturbed... im not the one to tango with so homie dont you get stern... shitbird listen or ill give your ass a wrist burn hennesy and holy water smoking like a chiminey i use to have a conscious until i murdered jimeney.... bloody mary grenadine... will always take the memory... the temdency to rap like theres ten of me to enemies.. mesculine . .psychoactive drugs.in my recipe... unless yr gettn high as fuck then u dont wanna mess with me... i guess yr not impressed..but ..unless you all are feeln me.. ..im physically killing these beats that kinda interest.me typically ...im a twist the angles at a different speed .... annunciate the verbage then make the instrumental bleed.. symphony of riddles...some metaphors and similes.. test me on the streets and get blessed with my abilities this my kind of villainy. a product of a mysterey... addiction and conflicted..contradiction that have filled the dreams.. im here to help the kids to see ... the world has made a different breed materials and buying all the shit that we domt really need thinkers out the box... no longer follow sheep those who talk and never fall asleep provoke us to be woke ..... with hope for us to breathe under a microscope.... all whi the oceans scream eyes bloodshot with cottonmouth enough talk.. im drinkn till i bloodclot.. then overdose on buckshot... dumb lucks never been enough i think my lucks shot.... im sitting waiting patiently at inner citys busstops what happend to the databases... chasn us to gunshots... a life thats like a smoking mirror broken hope and death plots. but dont trip. bcuz its just talk ...

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