Author Topic: FLOW (Read 187 times)

LAXCENTRAL · « **on:** June 02, 2009, 01:10:09 PM »

Bitches all up on my nuts and don’t want to let go
Kunts feeling up on my stick sayin’ go pogo go
They be on their knees and know how to be a hoe
Sluts are so original they don’t even know

Some sluts act harder than a bitch cop
But don’t know, soon they’ll fall in my trap
Get cuffed up with their own wrist slap
Closing off the scene like that’s a wrap

Let each hoe to tip-toe right before they pass my door
They don’t got enough to spit a real good flow
Because when it comes to real good material, they’re poor
So I stand back and let their bullshit snow.

Snows, but there are no white owls just a crow
Wearing heavy blingage, but there is no bright glow
A Raven, an inhuman crow caught up in pounds of blow
Not able to roll a pill, roll a blunt, chill and grow

A crow grows to live longer than a bitch
Because the crow follows the life pattern with pitch
In reality never looks for glitches to snitch
But all hoes become a bitch named Mitch