Author Topic: SPITTIN ILL (Read 290 times)

LAXCENTRAL · « **on:** August 13, 2009, 10:41:32 PM »

so welcome everyone, on your mark, ready set, don't breathe, lets go
Just let your body come out and reach the rhyme that you need to flow
As you're hitting some weed, shrooms, pills, or 11 lines of blow
Cuz thats what puts me to my speed and go where there's the hoes

Once I got my ho, you know there is no need for crystal glass to glow
I get my first time rolled blunt call it MY DESTINY's CHILD
I hope that blond is destined to be my freak in bed or perhaps wild instead
we chill, kick back, blast the 'PAC, and in the mix we flow a little small talk

Small talk, but big talk because its really pillow talk, to prepare your bitch
Your sick ass bitch's ass on your lap, clap clap, "Move that ass baby as I tap"
Tappin, doing it frantic all night, Like I'm a trapped fish and I'm snappin
Making my way thru lyrically as I bust them clits and tits with all my ill spits
and I continue to tear your lil rhymes into smaller and smaller bits...