M Hot got thi lock
First off, F_ck Detox
he bout to flop just like D-Block
one bar make em retire, like the warlocks
I don't battle wit inten tion of writing lines
it's get money or
do sometime
M's hot
red drop
red beam, on top of the glok
red bmw my flo's trouble you
I'm da qb controlling the offensive line
**** on the defensive wit offensive lines
357 shot so sick
get me out tight situations
just like michael vick
trust me no one wants it here
cause I'll come to ya house n
and then solve it there (f) u if udont get this
that's all ya get for free f ya'll
baby bok you got a lot of nerve to say that you know i love you more you bitch as mo fo. well catch ya on the flip side.
bitch you know u know **** you just need to study. you mo fo bitch. just study fo r me
For all my underground DJs
everyday she walk by see me on the same block
same crew like she never seen rocks,chain,watch blue
different color boots on park your car
few predicates ex con, rip arms
betting chips,puff medicine
play my gangster beats
tunnel bangers Flex and Clue tapes bang in the streets
i'm just a fly thuggish baller
shortie anxious to meet
til i die keep wanting the head, mink to the feet
but shortie jail beat might get me five to life
maybe in time you could be Nas's wife
play school study law
i'ma pay your tuition
come on campus, buy your books
do your baby'sitting
my unusual style may confuse you a while
when you get older i'ma bless you with a child
see now you was unaware that this thug had affection
let me be your angel
and i'll be your protection
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I've been thru it all, had my share of Struggle
I've Been thru the Brawls, left with brokin knuckles
The drugs and alcohol, kept provokin Scuffles
and my self esteem seemed to Double the Trouble
I started highschool as the kid who got picked on
Fighten' so much I hit the gym so I could Get Strong
Took Boxin class so I could smash the next cat talkin' trash
Soon the same cats talkin trash would see me and start walkin' back
I was the kid who wouldn't back down from the tough guys
Cause liven' a rough life gave me more then enough pride
To stand up to anyone who ever had a problem
and If words didn't work then my fists would solve 'em
Now I'm Tryin to survive liven in this nine to five
Am I just liven in Lies? Is it my time to shine?
Where's my piece of the pie? I grind my teeth and I try
To Supress the stress and these Feelins of mine
Hide em deep in my mind, so I can keep 'em in line
But I need to release these Dangerous Demons of Mine
Or I'll grow Weaker with Time, So I release 'em in Rhyme
And give you a piece of my mind, in Each of my Lines
that rhyme was terrible it made me sick
im gay
some body give me info if any better
my baf bout tht last post
man i bet you love the cock
whats up baby ****
ur just a little fock
who likes to suck cock
adn get dick up the ass
while he fishes for bass
u need to get a life and learn to rhyme
yeah beat that baby
while you sit there and beat your meat to this beat i'll waste your ass while you scream skeet skeet
you should of let me be while i smoke my weed you said you're gay what a fagot i bet your boyfriends rubbing your dick maggot
that sucked
lets acually battle when im not at school
dude man just chill y u gotta hte on me bro
Dont call me a faggot rapper, cuz i dont work in a flower shop
i let my rhymes pop iller than leukemia blood clots
cant stop, wont stop, when im rippin
Im lik3 a mirror, play the opposite of my position
im a lyricist who never sweat,
i get more murderous on the mic than a rigged game of russian roulette
when i drop my lyrics, its because i pull the pin out
when i slide onto a track, recognise i never spin out
yo man why you talkin that wack ****,
i get weird and start spitting my rhymes all backwards
and dont call me illiterate,
recognise sucker, i got a fukin A plus on my english test
Terminally ill boy, my rhymes are deep as chasms
Im the baddest when im smashing with lyrical apparatus
i represent where im from, im fresher than extra gum
i kick lyrics with the force exhaled from my lungs
i flow on more tracks than a crack addict has
you style relapses more than a junkie visiting rehab
but enough with the bad jokes boy, that aint me
even though my rhymes sweet, i keep it sugar free
somtimes i rhymes with simplicity
like the kid out of the bubble you aint even gettin next to me
you better act like you know boy
me and my man come though picture perfect like a fuckin poloroid
