It's May 11, 2024, 08:51:07 AM
I thought chu was callin' out niggas, that's why I done it, ha ha, dope spit Lunatic. Propz.
no offence 2u.. but ur lyrics just seem like ur bigging urself up.. nt exactly innovative is it..
Commin' wit that down south flow, I'ma throw down south blowsAll u doin' is runnin' game, u nuthin more than a crowned mouth hoeU don't come wit heat, weakness must be stuck to ur body like pasteU useless nigga your spit was like abdomen shit becuz it was a 'waist'U ain't ready for the real rhymer to step up in your face and bring itU tell this cat to hit his opponents notes and this muthafucka will sing itI'm sorry if I speak the truth but it's in my name, its what I gotta doIt's like you's a poor boy who find a pair of a J becuz you 'gotta shoo'Commin' with dinner references ain't so cool as you think it is jakeBecuz you'll end up gettin' eaten, right on my lyrical menu plateI don't know who u was callin' out but I'm here now to end this threadAnd to tell your wack ass to leave and stay in the outbounds instead
Look at this nigga QT, luny all up in the keystyle thinkin he spittin fire,when he should really retire cause his lines are funnier than Richard Pryar.Actually yo little rap was pretty impressive, sike, actually more like adolescenceYou dont get it, oh, i just suspected you wouldnt make it through 2 lines without a TI refrence. Welcome to the keystyle where you aint get no love till your work has more replay than repeat,Niggaz be strapped down here with heat like they got a AK-47 stuck between they teeth. But before you open yo mouth imma end it now cause i cant be late for Econ 30,Thats right "Mr. sOUTH" call this a route cause we ride dirrrrrty.