It's June 16, 2024, 06:27:13 AM
check it i blow ya brains outnow you layin outyou got no flow why you came out?fuck rhymin this now a pain boutwhatchu complain bout?how i brought the thought of slaughterlyrically sought thoughts in hot waternow my minds hotspit shots my rhymes gotenough lines to call and find godor hit you wit a line til you look like inks blotshes got everything that you dont so go blow bones for loansor moan on the phone til they hang up and you hear a dial toneyou gets no dough so you hop on my crumbsdumb you stick a thumb in ya bumtil you cum and ya shit becomes numbsome dont think like i do you a small thoughtsmall enough to get lost in a mall call mombefore you crawl and fall in my palmi bomb anything that movesremove everything just to improvetighten my loose screws and clean up my doodoowho knew now id be presentablebitches call me ediblewhip my dick outthe bitch licks my dick she knows it wont come down like a brickhousethen eat every rapper on dubcc aliveyou wont see me arrivequiet im bout to shit you out and floss LAMBs head off my teeththen speak dumb shit til i chew the rest off my cheeksplease ill whip ya back wit ya own spinal cordthis the final floorso get the fuck off or you wont find no more
bump
bump the l.a.m.b crew..........