lay it down

im going awol, im on the run, ducking from one time, bucking and they fall, fuck um they can suck my, im going out the G way, push the pedal, to the medal, and smash down the freeway, with my arm out the window throwing up the west side, yea thats where the best ride, where the real gs be, mr peewee, i do it by my lonely, and never put no trust in a bitch, or a homie, cuz in the end they show me, there phonie, and were never down for me, fuck um there faker then bologna, them haters wish to fold me, but its all to the gravy baby, az, raised me, made me, crazy, and taught me to be, who i am, a true ge, a man, and stand, on two feet, fuck the bulshit and never let it get to me, my raps, the only thing that sooth me, music is my therapy, apparently, i need to release, my stress, and wont stop till there bumping my shit, in the north, south, east and west, and i got them possessed, and loving my shit, saying that mrPeewees, he the best, dont go fuckin with him, cuz he lyrically defeats the rest, that test, and try to get, in the way, Hes not fucking with them, and its nothing to him, to lay, a hater down, even as a kid, he didn't play, hes known not to play around, listen to the beat, as i lay it down, like thr ge that i am, and never change, til the day, i d.i.e, i remain the same, loco, durange, insane, to the membrane, like cypress hill, and i dont know, when i might just kill, for real, i dream of blood spilled, im ill, and will, peel, your face back,