It's May 14, 2024, 07:48:59 PM
aight, I'm coo wit it.jus get him to drop soon.
jus get him to drop soon.
accept the facts that you’ll never comeback//the rhymes in my lines cause convulsions, similar to smack//what's that on your back, oh shit, it’s Illicit in your crack//
Brake ya frame like twigs, K-i-l-l-u-m-i-n-a-t-i feel the wrath of a shottie//Crew smoked like a gotti, milk carton pics missing body//My style was formed in the staircases brewed-in-piss//You both new-ta-dis, aint seen no pussy since yo momma’s uterus//
put down that mic muthafuckas your a disgrace to this rap-shit//your weak styles stand out like a room of hoes and dat fat-bitch//I smack-pricks wit tac-tics too complicated for you to crack-kid//suspect assgrabin assassin from behind while he screamin access gran-ted//
The coldest~lips flowin~shit, producin ferocious~hits, turn ya into "skeletons", still you couldn’t "bone"~a~bitch//you strivin for dopeness but I’m ownin~it, you explode~to~bits, otherwise you couldn’t "blow" up tryina "hold~a~dick" with "coke"~on~it//