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Originally Posted by Cashius
But yo...what's with all the gun bars? I feel like every verse should end with a Don Demarco. It wasn't really like that when I left.
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Fool get popped, u can’t say gun bars aren’t true hiphop
when a few quick shots flying out the suppressor makes the tool beatbox.
The wording of ya rhymes stretches for miles at times..
the only way u’ll put the right slant to ya clownish lines is typing italicize.
S’like an ex-slut who repeats mistakes, doing the same,
cuz I’m next up & Ciara was foolishly thinking the Future could change.
So hungry to win I’d sell EBT for the lead to murder u..
while yo bitch ass can barely bite off any of those spoon-feed personals.
Got real shooters that clap, u’re only a goon when u rap
so don’t approach fucker or else it’s Ghostbusters, I keep a Uz in the Trap.
While his Neverland, I’m putting hands to this goofy hoe
left leaned shook, once a mean Hook takes away the boy’s life, that’s Rufio.
Lamest of fags, drunk’s the only way u stay in some ass,
fat ladies u bag, w/ more big birds snatching u up than John Jameson ads.
Baby mama gets everything u have, going wild in court..
so while I resort to pimping her for a Lil Cash - u’ll be paying child support.
...BODY!