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Clayray · 02-02-2014, 12:34 PM

Woke up and decided to do a morning flex
I get so attached to my pimples that when I pop them I mourn their death
I'm more than vexed Ya'll really looking like you bored with text
your diaphragms hollowed out, there's nothing to support your threats
your chick goes ass to mouth & I got cameras set up to record the sex
You passing out once my sword connects & you left with a quart or less
Who's laughin now? I will be when your vocal cords get stretched
I'm corrupted to the core, I'm wishin to leave you leakin
Have you pickin up the pieces, of your mother on the floor
this is nothing than a sport, kickin you while you sleepin
Spit fire from the tip of my tongue, that's a flamethrower
Bang on em from 3 blocks away when I'm drivin, that's a Range Rover
leave him assed out in the middle of nowhere, that's a Hangover
This alcoholic kill u quickly like when I fuck a bitch swiftly, yk I came sober
can't you see I'm more than death, my rhymes dirtier than morning breath.

02-02-2014, 12:34 PM	#1
Clayray 6ft of Seperation Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 1,541 Battle Record: 3-5 Champed - Faggot of the Year (2015) Rep Power: 0	Morning Breath. Woke up and decided to do a morning flex I get so attached to my pimples that when I pop them I mourn their death I'm more than vexed Ya'll really looking like you bored with text your diaphragms hollowed out, there's nothing to support your threats your chick goes ass to mouth & I got cameras set up to record the sex You passing out once my sword connects & you left with a quart or less Who's laughin now? I will be when your vocal cords get stretched I'm corrupted to the core, I'm wishin to leave you leakin Have you pickin up the pieces, of your mother on the floor this is nothing than a sport, kickin you while you sleepin Spit fire from the tip of my tongue, that's a flamethrower Bang on em from 3 blocks away when I'm drivin, that's a Range Rover leave him assed out in the middle of nowhere, that's a Hangover This alcoholic kill u quickly like when I fuck a bitch swiftly, yk I came sober can't you see I'm more than death, my rhymes dirtier than morning breath.