@theprofessor,
Im don do whatever the **** I wanna ok?
Ur don qouotix , donkay , shrek an a puss’de’boot
U wanna talk **** ,yet don’t have the intestinal strength to push the poop n drop ****
Confessional booth u lock lips cause if you said anything , the priest would beat ya ,
or ud meet the reaper , meet a meat clever slashes
hungry to smash glasses of beefeater as his last gasp is
an excuse for ya choke , not ya first bloody flow this month … ur a little early
pen is mightier then the sword im more then equally trained in both
raw force warlord metaphors cut a track or slice a rappers throat
or snap an choke, ur acting dope cause ur a mule packing coke
an it never touched the back ya throat
Mon o u wanna Di Ox eyed
gas the flame n ignite ya brain burn another rapper ta smoke
all day everyday