teeth gnash quick. 'sposed to be.. fastin', now i'm past it.
two hoagies, 3 packs of stogies and three chewed up straws worth of plastic.
(been there right?)
Feeling gaseous, hole in my throat from acid burns that snap quick.
(begin my night...)
fists crack like the spirit of cassius, wet clay slap ya like a giant piece of elastic.
check how u act, bitch. Fuggedhaboutit.
We're all past it. The last trick might've remembered how this game works.
You claim your name, brains squirt. Ya game's worthless G.
Even tho you serve my peeps, you couldn't reach the surface to peak,
cross the horizon, real kid. Keep talkin, i aint surprised by a bitch when he's kneelin.
Hope that face;s pain conceals tha names ya peel off my pavement,
i aint hatin G. but you talkin shit complacently,
escape my patience with peace.
I've chosen to forgive you and leave.
Last edited by asylum; 10-18-2016 at 04:47 AM.
Reason: try me.
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