ya moms blows me till i bust on her face, that dame suckin
i hit that Cougar w/ a shot to the head like i was big game hunting
squad'll run up on u w/ guns drawn, hollows slammin this queer
my team'll light up this fuckin bitch from every angle... thats a vanity mirror
wen ya sis see's me its to the bed, she gotta sick body
she dont play Oritz me its straight to smashin till she calls me Big Papi
Vs
expect fresh & ya girl in bed, head on my chest
if a girls head on YOUR chest. She in uniform counting heartbeats giving two breaths.
its bloodshed when ya neck pops & spouts red champagne..
make one move the blade'll turn your toga outfit to a candy cane.
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Allen Knight gmv.
Fresh rhymed much better this week it just seem like he suffered from wording issues. I lke that he takes chances w.how he chooses to flip his stuff. Very creative & I'm definitely about that life, some of the lines here it didn't fall through as well as it did last week.
Allen isn't coming as force as he has been w..every bar being a nameplay/ wordplay. He had some cool. Stuff in his verse.