[2tripple0]

Got my own style aint need no beef
It's hard to speak I lost my way within the battle field
There ain't no stopping my ill set ups
You gotta digest this like drugs and ring u up like you a treetrunk
Did you make the cut Jesus was a carpenter
And laughter afterwards turn to a large chunk of cheddar
The lines scatter as words disperse on the page
You like a noun I'm still working with blades
Later on some roller skate fruity dyke shit
Like a white bitch in the summer she got them ripe tits
Or did I get the tips ripe like some grapefruits
Her pussy juicy so I'm taking some backshots of her in her night gown
Like the fountain of youth a master with loot
Draw you a picture and forgive you with my kung fu
Clicked on ya pic and you buckled my shoe
Is he claiming back belt when I'm so randomn
That I almost regret battling that dude
Or signing online in generan my salvation impivital
As I'm sipping from the Grail of that recital
The last supper like da Vinci
The book of riglies uplifting sanctuaries
Buried beneath two ton of concrete
Ya lines ill but still sound obsolete
You an army yeah well it bout to retreat