09-30-2017, 04:20 AM | #1 |
Saul Paul
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: remote location with a remote weapon station
Posts: 6,396
Battle Record: 16-26
Rep Power: 1663348 |
5th on a Friday
done let ya'll niggas have it the last four...
fly as ever, iron eagle lockin in with the bogies if you on my radar, I took a day off with the fire boxing niggas, I'm Smokey ya'll my JR's, and I'm yah father nigga you owe me cause I could son you and split, just don't be bothered with alimony and ergone, all mercy for ya'll is all gone somewhere between William Reich's sexcapades and orgone you niggas is under and out gunned eything under the sun is gettin outshunned you'll get punishment for yah capital ...you niggas is even gettin out Pun'd here's some direction, get left if you heed my divine rights get eye jammed tryna catchup, in retrospect, you'll wake up with Heinz sight yah similies is on similac, mine were breastfed super soldier serum i'm packin LRAD cannons that leave decipals oozing out the eardrums you canivers get cadavered, plastered and plattered I'm Mr. Manhattan from Manhattan, nigga, yah matter doesn't even matter from NE to NY they smell me fuck a wormhole, I'm Nightcrawler, roaming through Josephine junctions with KY jelly got this Hungarian broad, she thinks I don't hear her false vibes fuck computer love, that AMD 65 got me dual processing from both sides the AKM wielder,respect the shooter, I give threats show my weight in yah housing, no telling how many I bench pressed yeah I'm wildin, till yah fam gotta check out yah body like incest Chyeahhh growling, for ey MC I digest for the readers, in jhest my prowness! catch a clever body and have an arched eyebrow On my forensic sketch the OG wit a gang of rhymes, showing you gotta get jumped into my skillset let the 8 off like Hitler, I'm the cause for yah friends up in the sky little Africa, that midget black Glock is causing the Genocide Air you out, push yah wind aside, the fuck you want from me lashing out against the best? crashing for the test, but ya'll fail against these dumb dummies I'm lettin out with the cig sparking I'm taking shots wit them big dogs barking for the Bucks, silencing Hush puppies handing down sentences at a hunned, I'm maxing with the bars relax money, like flippin mattresses is yah job I'm that hungry, devour you with acid, when it disolves just another Vic dispatched from the Judges chambers axis when it revolves this is practice, I'm the God
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KNOW YOUR MAKER BEFORE YOU'RE MADE TO I know the ledge, his sister's a jumpoff Last edited by Chyeahhh!!!; 10-01-2017 at 04:11 AM. |
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