Time for some Verbs classics Mane, mane...

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane..hater never wanna see the boy glisten when I pull up to the club with that keyless ignition....fitted look like Bert and Ernie...kicks color Elmo....it's like all the breezies swoon over the boy smell good game...like a mix of Peanut Butter Crunch and Wild Berry Skittles..it'a hard out here Mane,mane....

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....squirrels never wanna see the boy shine when I step in the club in them custom forces the color laser beams...whip look like pomegranate....fitted look like 2pacs soul...the breezies all swoon over the boy smell good game...like a mix of chips-a-hoy and freshly fallen snow...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

 

[ALLiKNOWizPAIN]

that shyt sound like a riff raff song

 

[ugksam]

go back to that forum that doesn't exist anymore

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like..I feel you Mane,mane....haters never wanna see the boy shine when I step up in the spot rocking the Gucci Velour with the wingtip crocodile lambskin varient Jordans....fresh to death with the gold-plated Louie V fitted..the breezies love the boy smell good game like a combination of Rice Milk and the Freshest bouqet of Asian Lotuses ever assembled....It's hard out here Mane,mane...

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....Haters never want to see the boy shine when I step up in the club fresh to death wearing something Kool Keith hand sewed....fitted color of Tomato Juice....kicks color of Linguina and Clams..all the breezies swoon off the boys smell good game...like a mix of Cinnamon Buns and Cold Iced Tea....it's hard out here Mane,mane....

 

[mozichrome]

who the fvck are you

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....haters never want to see the boy shine when I roll up to the club in the 1983 full size van color of Coco Krispies and Lil Debbie Snack cakes...fitted look like Tangamello, kicks look like Moon Boots...hand wrapped around that soul burner...It's like all the breezies swoon when the boy smell good game hits they nostrils...like a mix of Jellybeans and Oreo smoothies....It's hard out here Mane,mane.....

 

[Anothergirl]

Verbs is here?!?!? i see you rocking that Liev Schreiber beard in your avi ....sexy

 

[big bun]

Man those exchanges between you and Fendi Mane used to have me dyin'.

 

[VerbsNotNice]

I mean dig this Mane,mane....it's like haters flock when I swoop thru in that keylime spaceship with the guts color of pizza rolls dipped in ranch dressing....chrome hammer cocked (no homo)....smellgood game on brolic with the scent of Winnie Coopers breath mixed with sour patch kids and fresh bloomed rosebushes....it's hard out here Mane,mane..

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane.....it's like nobody wanna see a crakkka shine when I step into the club fresh to def in a silver satin astronaut suit with the Back To The Future Nikes....wrist on polished...smell good game like a mix of hunny buns and scooter crunches....

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane.mane...nobody wanna see ya boy stunt when I come through doing my one,two thang...fitted on standby...kicks on pre-release....cocoa butter coupe with the grass clippings in the watch....eatin twinkies (no higgidy)....the breezies swoon over the boys smell good game..on point with the scent of something beatiful mixed with something sweet...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like...you feel me Mane,mane....????It seems errybody wanna spit venom when they see me smoking something grown underwater...sippin that Aqua velva....kicks look like Melonberry Bonanza...fitted look like Cucumbers and kiwi...I got that flip flop S-class....ladies love the boys smell good game...fresh to death with the scent of Aquafresh and Concorde Grapes....wrist on shimmer...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

 

[VerbsNotNice]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....It's like cats hate when they see me out at the club pulling up in a whip the same color of corn on the cob...and a broad the same color as corn on the cob....necklace the same color as corn on the cob...it's like mad hateration when cats see me on them big boy thangs....I got fish swimming in my rims...exotic ones..not no damn freshwater fish either...that sh1ts for suckas....It's like the boy be smelling ever so fresh like a mix of Baby Powder and Armani Code...fingers smelling like labia....oh my life is so fukking hard Mane, mane!!!