Come at me in ur raps. Ill remind you how ur average, Hatchet have to have it, My flow being so cold When I step out the door Icicles all above, that what the hatchet is for Knock em to the ground, Like u wack rappers sound Beneath me, Its easy My reasons aint needy Spit crack cause i can. Understand ,theres no plans For a deal, or a tour. Im just in it, to commit lyrical murder. All the while I just sit back, Got on this evil smile. Thats me every time. I put ink to a.sheet Simply put. That my rhyme and my reason
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 06:35:02 +0000
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