this is NOT a battle rap I'm just rhyming because I WAS BORED
i dont wear cort de roy wen i slang quarterz of dat boi
im shinin like diamond quarts crystals in the convoy
oh yeaaaa im on wassup now my boi and to my lady geeks
i like all kind of chics that be sexy freaks, ebony no greek
imma mack on ur top notches way past off the peak
gains in the grains against it rolling all streaks
for victory slaughters in the pocket margin extra scrill
no chase cut to the chase its all in the suit case
ready to pack up and go as I want all of this dough
ready to kill the game with the poker's top ace
im just the ace spade like ice blades
slice labias when I tear up her legs
She was born to baby make so baby go ahaead and go make my bread
You trying to make my bed with breakfast, I'm athletic I'm not fat bytch
I look at all the old white simpletons and they some simps son, so stupid
Old ass cacs looking like the simpsons, DOH you regret it because imma get it
all my rhymes makes sense, I sell it well to make divdents, dead presidents
fukk all of them and the founders of constitution, it always been a scam
For that they might as well just shoot him, I'm not with their agendas or Putins
I ran the next mile from the nile when you in denial cuz you liable to die for it
Man shut this shyt up or get zipped up when I try to get my zips up you try to lip up
For that you can get whacked when you lit up as you get lit up bodied,
bagged up zipped locked when they try to frisk us on their watch
shyt not hot its a riot you try to supply it but you couldn't you wouldn't just not stop
Still you not it thats it thats why you flop because you cant even make it dro out the drops
my shyt comes in the droves like golden lambs in a flock of lion's stock hunting you down
by the stalk when i spark you up ready to fight fukk it visual basics out your matrix light
termination of these vermin pests on my buddha moon crest you goons face death face it
might as well have me first say it in the end you been dead because you been mislead
so now you your miss set you up to have you fists ahead bouts of big lead
big drums so dumb in ur lungs you in the ER with all ur thoughts hung by the tounge you bum
