Aight yo check it, ima murderer,i spit rhymes and take yo girl like a burglar, sick and tired of the messed up rhymes, these niggas gettin mixed up every single times, yo SORES ryhmes not fake, they real they make youu choke up and flake, yeah I’ll get youu in a headlock make youu knock ya clock, make ya spit up yo words like like that papa doc, i rhyme sentences and put them out wer yo existence is,its SORE up in the peice wen youu see me walk through youu like ohh noo please, so lock up yo gloch nobody’s gettin shot, need to stop smokin all that pot, naaaw ima joker, i liked youu on Facebook does that make me a poker, so ima rhyme this rhymes and give you only one of yhe times to lock up the door and close up the blinds, cus best believe im comin after youu im so ill i stick wit youu like the flu, its okay but if youu died tomorrow…there aint nothin i can do I WRITTEN THE RAP MY SELF ITS KWL
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:31:07 +0000
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