Nothing But Truth
 

Nothing But Truth

My blend codes are like bends in roads curves around
and serves clowns with wrong directions now lost in town
need a rap map or proceed trap on the highways of lyrics //
breaking the law is risky like drinking raw whiskey spirits
can fuck you up so pass a glass and some grass lets have
a blast and party hardy with Barcardi stuff will grab
like a crab, take true sip through our lips got drunk vocab //
see crime wild with a benign smile behind a pile of handcuffs
shot a glock somebody call the cops “yall drop the guns plans scuffed
up now somehow my life got burned in sections, turned in the direction
of good after that, master chat with teachers and preachers connections
to Christ, frustrations by tons it’ll take a congregation of nuns to
bail me out I’ve fail no doubt locked in jail won’t let me out wonder who
got the bail? Stutter stressing wanting someone to utter a blessing true//
look got a complex lex so I stay with coupe and play hoop pass the ball
ready to trash all the rumors and slam-dunk on a damn punk fast yall
friends with Kobe and watch Ben Kinobe so the strong force is on course
got a mask attack you can ask shack if I git free I’ll hit a three my source
is Reggie Miller taught me moves caught in grooves sliding in of lay ups
play heads up ball yall

look son your policy is garbage having to respon and get none in return that suck for reall and why the fucking moderaters can't respond to verses yall boys couldn't work for me i'll fire the hell out yall for failure to repair

A disgraced situation how you face castration ready to
Neuter your computer better hire a tutor and steady crew
If I remove your nuts you’ll groove as a hardcore slut
bury this jerk and his literary work and just ignore your butt
wear bling rapping and cause things to happen best cling
to napkins they dries eyes while you cries and tries to sing
with dim nouns I swim around like large aquatic carnivorous mammals
some ridiculous animals such as whales I touch mass trails study botanicals
your foul creations barks like Dalmatians you piss on trees but
you can’t twist these lyrics best grab a pooper scooper your sprees corrupt
my rhymes thermal but I remain in blind terminals with bus tickets
plus wicked thoughts, hell the coach approaches late there’s a trick wit
This had a fat desire but it had a flat tire before its arrival had to postponed
My drip and now my dome trip can never leave the hood I’m most known
For traveling and unraveling remote roads hot and bold but got
Potholes in my plans