pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
i mean he get credit for wordplay metaphors and punchlines but his rhyme schemes are ridiculous.
I pop my trunk and everybody get to running,
The "fireman" bytch like my body in the oven.
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen.
My name like honey, it got all the bytches buzzing.
The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow,
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel.
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow,
I stay high, but on-point like an arrow.
Street nikka baby Im in love with the gravel,
Money gives me life like the man with the gavel
I'm straped at home, I'm strapped when i travel
I pop my trunk and make the bytches spread like cattle
I pop my trunk and everybody get to running,
The "fireman" bytch like my body in the oven.
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen.
My name like honey, it got all the bytches buzzing.
The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow,
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel.
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow,
I stay high, but on-point like an arrow.
Street nikka baby Im in love with the gravel,
Money gives me life like the man with the gavel
I'm straped at home, I'm strapped when i travel
I pop my trunk and make the bytches spread like cattle