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Stomping it
Stomping it
Stay in disputes when I play and kiss cutes so boo where Your man at, lets plan that date name the time I’ll be there // Sweaty and rattled because I’m ready for battle and ride In a steady saddle like the lone Ranger, strong danger yall hide// Fix computers with six shooters kill the mousse, thrill The house and smash the screen got rash make me mean and I’ll Tote guns and promote tons of peace like the Geneva Convention Evil in dimensions// in December hired a secretary a member fired From the military had rigorous friction for her religious conviction desired To retire and couldn’t, military dread the lost but now she works At Red Cross // soar uniquely and more completely like birds in flight Words ignite spaceships and like to grab waist and hips of girls at night// It mad in a sense plus sad and dense how stupidity adds strength to Wackiness best stay armed with statistics and facts and convince crew To do ballistic acts on amateurs, guzzles wine and it puzzles my mind Drunk and confuse as a chump on booze should wear muzzles on my asinine Mouth// |
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Hell How Can I Do That When Th Eonly Thing I Get Is Drop Two On Somebody Elses Pieces Man You Should've Have Responede To This
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Look we a critical team with a political scheme very pivotal
It seem like a democratic party giving static to everybody digital It seem all our computers have a visual screen some cats leery And whack no theory or facts and be home dreary on crack eerie Clearly act like a tree just stand there because whack clowns Have bad backgrounds have a whole batch of renowned Scripts, attach brown strips of wood to give them weight like freight And cats hate that, computer scripts and maneuver ships wearing straight Sea captain hats |
Cats on this site is reach flagrant wearing bleaching agent
Like Michael Jackson, you grab quotes and wet it pathetic With soaps and cosmetics, you wear war paints so forget it I don’t get credit your rhymes are flowerlike no power Or heights you shower every night still have odors that cower To rappers nose you bitches chapters are closed and never tower Bastards scream blind with no keen minds best to streamline Your Rhymes or face a raggedy tragedy your majesty you not King or queen your bling don’t gleam not even in a true spot I leave spines corrosive even with divine explosives you all Still couldn’t blow up or flow corrupt throw your butt to the dogs |
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