12-20-2019, 09:02 PM | #1 |
DMS—Diddled My Stick
Join Date: May 2018
Posts: 1,104
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Vs Pro (NS)
Vs Pro
I got all kinds of weapons. I’ll find his group and start spraying bursts./ The four’ll gore ya torso, then it’s Ora et labora—you better hope the prayin’ work./ Or Punches will toast P, if he’s coming and both swing/ Then his crew will be like the top dawgs—they running the whole thing!/ Have my men uppin the rockets—NCAA—a bunch of dudes gunnin’ for a Pro team./ But Pro would never throw down, he doesn’t have the PROtein./ If I swung he would ghost me—even if this was the ‘major leagues’ we ain’t gonna see ‘PRO’S SWING’/ Mar his face just sparrin. He’ll get brutalized in any fight he’s taking part in./ Just ‘brushing up’ with me me will his appearance altered—MAKE UP ARTIST./ And If you paid for getting bodied it’d be hard to count ya loses./ Every battle like Patrick Mahomes—money out the pocket./ Light him up. Rob his ass of his nicest stuff./ “DON’T MOVE!”, any pro motion with send you to higher ups!/ I got a rifle always on me for menacing works./ Take your top off, no cap, like you entered a church./ Have him bleeding gallons. Get some armed guards, you’ll need it faggot./ HEATERS CLAPPIN. I GOT SOME IN THE BARREL THAT’A HAVE YOU COVERED—TEESHIRT CANON./ Retire you from kik. After this he is out. I’m sheddin’ you./ One hit and your down. After this, you won’t be ‘stickin’ around’ like the letter Q!/ The rounds busting in record time. Every tick of a watch is a clip from glock. The Shells’ll pop./ Aim n shoot; Bangers boom whether he yells for help or not./ Several shots! Two sticks pointed at the top—ITS TWELVE O’CLOCK./ A dual at high noon. The shooters fry you./ There’ll be no cap on the kid—a Lutheran high school./ If y’all making a list and Dope isn’t high, I’ll aim the pole at this guy./ Have my bois ‘uppin rockets’, if they blast off, ‘pro’s in the sky.’/ |
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