It's April 29, 2024, 05:44:41 AM
Yo rhymes are jus like daily shit, they just temperary//Mines permanent, they also new and contemperary//Scientists use u like an experiment, you cant write good shit for 40 days, like its Lent//Like my grandaddy, ur shit is to old, u fold, u aint bold, and ur cold//Like an undertaker, ima find you a casket, and bury u alive//And these ill rhymes is what u deprive, and you dont have the strength to survive//Your too much of a faker, w/ all this dough you mite think ima baker//Yo to dull and aint got much of a personality//Your to much into imagination, and need to face the reality//Yo wish u could participate in all this fornication, but u under my subjugation//Wish you were free, like the Hebrews, ur under the control of the masta//This flow is fasta, and written by the blasta//U wish u could join thisparty, this reception//When u think u rhymin "hardy", its me u blessin//U wish i would go easy, and showaffection//These rhymes is hardcore, and i write them everyday, like a chore//