Coup de grace.
I left the gemstone just so I can wreck & then slay G’s,
So if J.B. Robinson...I’ll choke’em w/a ‘chain rope around his neck’ like the 80s
Or I could spring forward & attack from a flank stance,
All he’ll see are ‘arms swingin on both sides of his body’...Carlton Banks dance
U dream & desire of beating me...so nigga let’s do it,
But in the end, this ‘needle get ur lung punctured’...& I’m not draining chest fluid
I’m the best stupid...nigga u know this boss talk sinful,
If u run the streets...I’ll ‘light ur body up from head to toe’ like a crosswalk symbol
Ur bitch is hideous...so u’ll find her in a gutter place,
Cuz it felt right when I put the biscuit to her jellyrolls & shot everywhere butterface
He owes me cash but I can tell he’s a fag in a blouse,
& this ‘transaction’ will lead to ‘clips in his wig’ before he gets ‘drag out the house’
I’m an OG. I keep an old burner plus this flow crack,
So there’s no surprise when I leave ‘Bullets across his chest’ like a Wizards throwback
I’ll merk his squad until the numbers on his staff light,
Cuz when I put his ‘team in the air’...I’m not holding up a jersey on Draft Night
I'll attack u on land, sea, or the sky. Idgaf if ur a star bro,
Cuz after I ‘remove u from the ship’...my goons will be shootin where ever ur cargo
If they gimme the drop. I’ma let this eagle talk now,
All he’ll see is a ‘chopper in the sky’...& I’m dumpin till bullets get 'Black Hawk Down'
I'm good if JB runs a little late was busy af myself.
Last edited by BodySnatcher; 03-10-2019 at 12:00 AM.
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