Fitted-Cap Loke On Da Page...

Its ya boi Loke,
hotter than cold dre',
old skool like da new Jz,
been had em anyway.
I dont rob but i'll murk and take,
call me a bad boi still my rhymes fresher than diddy and drake.
I mean drake-weezy teacher and apprentice,
their learning system is ridiculous and im relentless.
i meant this,i dont need a friendlist,
just me and ya mistress,
15 other bitches and a bottle full of light brisk iced-tea.
Psyche-bring da hennesey,
let us see da world tipsy not a fantasy,
let there be,
dimes on every corner and main street so dat we,
never have to suffer from dat H.I.V.
ID? i dont need it nigga im free,
V.I.P-drinks on me,dat hard liquor be.
soon as we hit da club,
guarantee we be drunk,
u can see dat bass quake in the trunk,
i can make in a month,yo annual income and then some.
what u doin i been done,
i got a million other verses i can spit for fun,
and i aint got a problem givin u one-what u want son.

I always see mothafuckas stuntin but when i start ma hustle i whip a nine when dey frontin
My name is Kj ye dats me i gotta whole lota girls all over me burlington is tha place to b i swag my flat beak and large my roca t
I fuck wit ma boys baby g shes gota nice booty dat she always rubs on me
I don see why ur battlin cause this where i start and its gunna b rattlin

Ur rhymes r shit mine r sick i spit in ur face ur mom likes my dick
ask her if u don belive me im surprised u never hear her screaming
i pound ma 40 ozs in 10 minutes..believe me
how long does it take u a couple hours u still make the face after a sip like it tastes sour.

This dude claims he gettin mad chicks in his rap, real pimps dont gotta do that// Son in the pimp game im willin to bet you lackin, but that aint the only thing thats slackin, your rap game is ugly, the lyrics are wack// You fuckin with your dudes chick cuz she rubs her ass on your shit, but dude, if you so good why she fuckin the dick?// Youre skills aint rattlin by the way, your battlin ways are the relection of a pea-sized brain, so in-humane// when you read my lyrics it causes you pain, cuz the thought of thinkin causes the bodily fluids to drain from the brain// Reflection of a dude whos inperfection leaves his complection wishin he had taken a lesson on how to spit with effection// Need to rethink youre strategy, if you want help get at me, but dont come at people goin hard cuz it really aint flattering// Ponder the emotions from the mind, let the things you propose be one of a kind// True MCs speak the truth, compare all the greatest, them dudes knew how to rhyme