Nobody can stop me, yes im cocky like kid rock, racing to first place, and I aint making any pit stops. When it comes to shapes, youre a square but im in tip top, yall should fit on feet, the way you flip flop. Forreal though I glow, when I step into the limelight, the times right, so like u.vs I shine bright. Cant smite the might, try to fight it-get your ass beat, this athlete, steady runs it like a track meet. Your lines stink, like bad meat or bad feet, im in the driver seat, mrs.daisys in the backseat. Leave you in the backstreets, boy youre gettin dropped off, if shit popped off, I hit em with the sawed-off. Shotgun mop em up, like wet floors, nothing remaining but remains, and a few stained red doors. You dead whores, tryin to grasp and cling to thin air, you aint one of a kind, lemme remind you that ive been rare. Strike yall once, and your left there paralyzed, blood leakin, til I sweep n mop to sterilize. Fresh n clean, like andre and benjamin, cleaning out my closet from corpses deposits, like im eminem. My adrenoline, is at a ten again, I can rap for hours, while theyre minute men. Femanine, such a pussy as your lips smack, get back, or else the piece is goin click clack. These rhymes are a present, maybe they should all come gift wrapped, all I know is get that, but all you talk is riff raff!
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 21:25:12 +0000
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