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Yo no offence to anybody in particular but most of the rhymes I've read here suck. You try to get the message through instead of just lettin the rhymes flow. Sometimes you gotta just spit what's on the top of your head.
All your rhymes that I hear
Just irritate my fuckin ear
But have no Fear
I get better every year
Now wait for a minute
And I fuckin just got better
I get right back in it
Like a fuckin double-header
You see me rollin in my whip
And throwin down my last chip
But I never run out
Need more money just shout
All the drinks are on the house
But only for me
I see what it means to be
The fuckin boss of it all
Never get a single phone call
They all go through my Crew
And they'd never answer for your
But I'd answer for your girl
She knows I always make her toes curl
Bitches love the way I live my life
they all want to be my wife
But I only fuck that kinda chick
They can play with me dick
But not with my money
I got 20 dollars worth of dimes on my dick
And my flow is out of control
Red light means stop but I go
Can't stop the fuckin show
Unless you take me in a bag
Like my Homie left the streets
That's why I create these feats
And spread them all over
Until the day I fall over
And land six feet deep
Til then Imma keep hustlin these streets
Til I'm flyin above em like some parakeets
That way when I'm comin the the ground
I can look all around
Land on my bank account
No one can spend that amount
But I just keep tryin
Even if it means dyin
Of a drug Overdose
Going comatose
But I'd still spit flows
That get hoes
You'd still get hosed (no hoes)
What you expect from them bitch ass flows
Since I'm still throwin these blows
It's kind of ironic but my shit is so sick
Listen to it and I'll cure your rhymes quick
Just learn a little bit
Before I throw a hit
Cuz once that happens ain't nothin else happens
All your rhymes that I hear
Just irritate my fuckin ear
But have no Fear
I get better every year
Now wait for a minute
And I fuckin just got better
I get right back in it
Like a fuckin double-header
You see me rollin in my whip
And throwin down my last chip
But I never run out
Need more money just shout
All the drinks are on the house
But only for me
I see what it means to be
The fuckin boss of it all
Never get a single phone call
They all go through my Crew
And they'd never answer for your
But I'd answer for your girl
She knows I always make her toes curl
Bitches love the way I live my life
they all want to be my wife
But I only fuck that kinda chick
They can play with me dick
But not with my money
I got 20 dollars worth of dimes on my dick
And my flow is out of control
Red light means stop but I go
Can't stop the fuckin show
Unless you take me in a bag
Like my Homie left the streets
That's why I create these feats
And spread them all over
Until the day I fall over
And land six feet deep
Til then Imma keep hustlin these streets
Til I'm flyin above em like some parakeets
That way when I'm comin the the ground
I can look all around
Land on my bank account
No one can spend that amount
But I just keep tryin
Even if it means dyin
Of a drug Overdose
Going comatose
But I'd still spit flows
That get hoes
You'd still get hosed (no hoes)
What you expect from them bitch ass flows
Since I'm still throwin these blows
It's kind of ironic but my shit is so sick
Listen to it and I'll cure your rhymes quick
Just learn a little bit
Before I throw a hit
Cuz once that happens ain't nothin else happens
