Originally Posted by murda sho

I smell homi so if he's the one then ima do him real sloppy
With boat loads of shit to bead his skull in till it looks like Lil Yachty's
Pound on this geek, his life doesn't matter after rounds against me...
I'd black his eye so much a cop would gun it down in the street
I've spit with the best, it's black & white that I'm the shit with the techs
Clips to ur chest then split ur top now u're the Bishop in chess
Equipped for his death, with the eagle or the hawk whichever one is with me
Wherever he Go he'll be catchin birds like tryna level up a Pidgey
Fareal Blanc get a real job clock some hours for bills dog
Cause 50's show is 3 weeks in and your power is still off


Zip Him Up!

Originally Posted by Blanco Bishop

don't accuse me for making excuses, but watch how the toll deepens
fuck this textcee shit. when I 'cop out'..I'm killing ur black ass for no reason
u couldnt mirror me. my life's a movie with w/o miramax
but play the hero n I'll put u in a box where ull make ur last appearance at
the hunger's real- ur only a run of the mill imposter
takin over text n vid's next on my laundry list while u worry bout washing ur shitty boxers
Im nasty; audio or Summer Classic, im a force in my disposition
murda a faggot; when he pivots its to get on all fours for a dickin
ull get pummeled and crushed, these hands hard as stone
hardest punches thrown..so go the Rocky road n ur brain'll look like something for n ice cream cone