Author Topic: fuck it (Read 243 times)

maximus · « **on:** April 14, 2010, 01:20:48 AM »

spazzin with some sort of diff rhyme scheme

Ya crew getting torn tonight, I was born to fight, never give a fuck…
U’ll get shived n cut, wrong or right, get hit like theres a bong in sight…
Im a bit abrupt, lucky she passed I don’t want my mum to see, me hit u up…
Man its funny see, ima pound for pound street fighter, not talking bout currency…
Smash n defeat fighters, in these current dreams, of how I beat writers…
I spit raw, so don’t start to stoke fires, I choke liars to bits whore…
Punch throats, poke eyes, and kick balls, watch these jokes cry…
When I hit yall, leave ya bruised man, u wont want round 2…
Cos ill mash everythin around you, it sounds true cos ima new man…
N my heat stress ya, while u screw fans, throwin punches but few land…
My gun will get ya, but id rather use Two Hands, like Heath Ledger…

peace