Better on my computer so like J. Edgar Hoover secure my fate
 

Better on my computer so like J. Edgar Hoover secure my fate
Lure cats with bait, like a fisherman do trout get a pure plate
Of meat that insure something to eat, a full stomach cure hate
At the Burger king stop for food, slop was rude
Should call the cops on dude from his pock a glock protrude
He’s a mean stranger, felt extreme anger had an attitude
Slob silly with a probability of shooting up the place
Turns out he ordered fries and drink his eyes wink to chase
After the server a fine chick saw the sign quick cat got taste

Me my girl hold hands with gold plans for sex tonight
Complex sight in bedroom thinks her juicy coo-chee is tight
Hard to prevail sanity when my male vanity remains
Want to kiss her lip while she twist hips control my aims

Squeal lame when I feel pain need to heal my brain
Step back from guns got smack by one left real stains
Of blood, wear bling mean enough to bring streams
To a standstill this plan fill hearts like happiness cleans
Souls even wreck landfills. On streets drive a firm rover
On the farm turn over ground with a blind plow bolder
Then confine cows older for milking, somehow I’m colder
Than a snow storm holder of Crown Regal in a town legal

Good shit hommie i see your doing your thing,,,
Yo can we get some more feed on this one come on yall dont sleep
you see this posted,an hommie please leave me feed the next time
You wrote some thing that didnt have nothing to do with my flow,,
just a reminder,,but nice drop here...7.9/10

5micmedallion Thanks For The Props For Real