Author Topic: peep my rhyme son ill shit (Read 163 times)

Rugged Monk · « **on:** March 06, 2009, 10:55:11 PM »

afternoon chillin in the crib
drinking coca-cola
ain't brushed my teeth
or even had a shower

Chief · « **Reply #1 on:** March 07, 2009, 12:44:02 AM »

Rugged Monk · « **Reply #2 on:** March 07, 2009, 01:29:33 AM »

Turf Hitta · « **Reply #3 on:** March 08, 2009, 06:20:44 AM »

im the nigga from the hood dumpin shots at glocks

Rugged Monk · « **Reply #4 on:** March 09, 2009, 01:05:08 AM »

not exactly son, see I'm like the Phantom,
shots at glocks to make goons drop they grips like its hurtin'
then jump back in the phantom, and reload the cannon
with one thought, I'll make you a ghost that walk

so send me the wackest rhyme, whatever it is at the time,
i'll sprinkle it with imagination and say 'thanks! thats now mine!'