full out straight anger ready to bust a fool nigga try to hauller ill smack you with this bar stool waving your blue flag at me ill bust you with a nine full mag putting all 6 of ya in body bags i aint gonna hesitate on the triger cuse i aint afraid of no crips nigger, proud to be called a crab killer make you bleed just to see my flag color, hattin cuse i aint the same skin color don't like it go cry to your mother, while i fuck your sister infront of her only brother im just a hopless romantic a hoe fanatic some call me psychotic my style is chaotic my rhymes hypnotic i smoke that narcotic im gone crazy my eyes everyday hazy lisening to shady hip-hop made me ladys crave me dont hate me for who i be cuse im sitting here a V.I.P just got mind fucked thunder struck/ for that i got charged with disorderly conduct you aint have any trouble with the law, the only time you had your hands behind your back is when you were unbucling your bra im your worst nightmare , scaryer then mary shaw my words hit you like devils claw i make my own laws you scared to break a single by-law, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy who rise against me will se the aftermath of my rath thats a guaranty
2 posters
free style call out
XIII- Fresh Meat
- Posts : 2
Join date : 2012-02-11
Location : Detroit
- Post n°2
Re: free style call out
Look, you got cute words
But that shit aint scarin me
Your shit aint threats
More like they darin me
Step ya game up
and get ya shit square man
for you wake up in the mornin
lookin at remains
blue flags, red flags
I dont give a fuck
its meal time
and i'll tear all them niggaz up
Real talk
Im truth that they ordered
Now gon head talk
to yo neighborhood reporter
Im the true king
the one real bitches be servin
you da nigga on the floor
strait crouched, hurtin
Now I know
Ya game better than this
So step up my nigga
it aint a call out, this a dis
And for anythin else that missed
Wait hold up, I gotta go take a piss
But that shit aint scarin me
Your shit aint threats
More like they darin me
Step ya game up
and get ya shit square man
for you wake up in the mornin
lookin at remains
blue flags, red flags
I dont give a fuck
its meal time
and i'll tear all them niggaz up
Real talk
Im truth that they ordered
Now gon head talk
to yo neighborhood reporter
Im the true king
the one real bitches be servin
you da nigga on the floor
strait crouched, hurtin
Now I know
Ya game better than this
So step up my nigga
it aint a call out, this a dis
And for anythin else that missed
Wait hold up, I gotta go take a piss
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