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Found some of my old shit! When times were getting easy, they always went hard Some how i found myself with this mystirical card It had a picture of me with an arrow through my heart I knew it couldnt be cuz i still havent fallen apart now im sittin here lookin at myself whats wrong with me whats wrong with my health They say i went green they must mean my wealth how many men does it take id say twelve but each and ever mens by thereselfs repeatin myself lets see what this entrails tellin tales makein story and now im makein sales im gonna fail tryin to keep up but i must exhale Inhale rhymes gettin dominate im about to prevail now in a jail cell with a guy name bubba i call my black whale i stole his mail burned it then told him to go to hell that never happened austin whats with this fairytale i like tales so do me a favor and flail your tale till i impale stop and drink some more ale ayoyo yayo give me a bale time to blackmail all the females that smell come back to grab knife in my hand to stab running you mouth just to blab crushed your plan with a slab crack me up with a laugh slice the neck of a diraph blood gushing a half pound of hash Look ma handless cash I dont even handle my grass a candless flask light my canable trash all i wanted was to keep my mind from racein i have to live in a box to keep myself from paceing Trying to turn my life into a smile but my lifes upsidedown seeing all these faces but not one without a frown always tryin to look up and keep your shoulders off the ground hell youve lived a life even with your hamidowns I pull together what was once a disaster no boss no king just call me a master i add these words like a sentence in a chapter rappin is an art therefore ima crafter went into impatient they said i relapsed on raps maybe it was cuz i dont rap that fast well listen at least i can spit some crap comein back aint black but i can still rap no crack in my slab drible some drops paint your own roads on a map to lost in the head rhymein bout whatever i can shouldnt have took those now i cant stand i need to sit down needa come up with a plan comein back for grabs turnin useing a knife to stab slicein flileting my abs scratchin my ass from crabs
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 01:09:08 +0000

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