Rhyme Graffiti
 

I tell girls Check the ARITHMETIC...BITCH//
Or hits Dick...Gonna Stick Shift//
Till it Pokes ya Chest and make it look like u got a Third TIT//
I'll Admit//
The Graffiti//
Makes the City..turn Black as a Baboons Titty//
Down to the Nitty Gritty..and crime of the Century//
Squeeze like.."IT'S EMPTY"//
Now Push it till it's my PEROGATIVE..ask WHITNEY//
Lord Forgive Me//
But we're Not Finished.....I keep the GRAVEYARD ASSOCIATES in BUSINESS//
The Clinics....Are over ran with Epidemics//
Gotta EAR...OVER HERE..LEND IT//
Gotta E-MAIL on the speed Tail...SEND IT//
I gotta the Express..taht'll turn a Chest..Into a Leader Patch of Success//
The Recipe is Me who wants the Rest..Must i Confess....the Stress//
Unleaded...but shredded the Nets//
I gotta Surplus//
Of dirt and Rust//
Minus Trust..these Damn Cuffs//
Stick to my Wrist like a Bad Lipst on a FAG who licks NUTS//
I'm stuck...//
Between a Rock and a Hard Place//
wit a Bar face like Scarface's Place//
No Trace..but the Facts arein Place//
Ask reverand Mase..or Run..to become//
One wit the Gun..Like JETLI ask for an AUTOGRAFH and spun//
My rhymes woven in an INTELLITUAL PATTERN....wit a Gun to SPLATTER EM//
I'm the best but my Head screams don't FLATTER HIM!

dats some heavy shit u got rollin dere! Its all gd ;)