Vote links up tmoz
I've lied about random shit from da philly streets to my name,
They're trying to figure out if flo's true or is real insane,
Being hated don't mean shit to me,
Fuck the haters and da blame, i get off from addin fuel to the flame
Upset the apple cart with my acting, but I ain't blushin
Fuck your art n jus leave battling half of y'all aint nothin',
Sit back in your seats, staying still, while i flex,
Crushing limbs breaking necks, trust me bitches you'll be next*
Eatin MC's whole with no chew,
Got balls but i like nuts, eat eminems, like who knew?*
Fair doos you caught me on my rouse but I aint the one for the blues
Be serious none of you have a clue whos standing in my size nine shoes
You Jus been served by da gordan ramsay of rhymes
I mix Fresh combos of beets on my fresh combos of thyme
Rushed dude you probs got this one literally listened to the track an just wrote whatever came to my mind. If you up for a rematch I'd be cool with that - weekends just really bad for me @
Split Cheers for the extension though