just felt like writing, 10min key.
i'm dope & potent, a bit of swag with no emotion
so bold with flowin youre dieing & i hold the potion
cold yet molten like a volcano about to burst
youre getting carried away but w/o the hearse
my bouts are work, yours are fuckin played bitch
I stay sick you lame pricks get slayed quick
reach out, grab the katana & I slice now
I'm bright clown & at the top like a lighthouse
this is typed out but the swag is limitless
fag I'll finish this ur wack & lack the penmanship
killin' it watch as the bodys are piled up
the shotty & 9 buck, it soundin like 5 trucks
die slut. now it's no surprise that ur gassed
ur dime will get thrashed i'll eye her & blast
splash. i'm nice when i rap, ur nice like polite
i'm tight when i write, who's hyping this dyke?
not me it's clear to see your writtens are sloppy
who's kidding it's choppy, prolly bitten or copied
i'm killin him softy, fuck it i'm spittin the shotty
watch it's ripping your body.. now ur smashed,
...but i'm not feelin bacardi.
pz