My new born posts are like corn roasts outdoors my clout soars
 

My new born posts are like corn roasts outdoors my clout soars

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My new born posts are like corn roasts outdoors my clout soars
Like the smell of barbecue at a sick picnic it all about dance floors
Do what ever at at a get together a block party hot and hardy
The DJ is here with the rhythm getting severe criticism its body
And soul can’t escape the strife party shaped and sliced like
Beef on a grill , I devastate bars and accelerate in cars move fast
Gazing at boobs and ass, flow peace bold but under police control
Strange probation made me change location now hidden and cold
Complex like the ocean and skies and a reflex motion in my eyes
when I’m surprised I now realize I have trouble rapping then lies
Try flow well and like a hotel the stage is ablaze with lights
Tonight even rap in thick fog cats wanna kick my dog on this site
Because I bark art and smart. I type wild and like a child
Crawl before I walk learn to talk later got a baby boy style
Of rap, able to earn a living and firm with giving my time
To the job get involved with folks write a mob of quotes in rhymes
Like George Washinton prove myself capable of a soldier and
Administrator a holder of greater skills but for rap have a colder plan
Have a robust mind so I go thrust a rhymes on paper with strong vapors
Yall cover your nose your mother knows this is bad for you even skyscrapers
Grow legs and move with this groove, never a messy screwed up softy
Prefer a freshly brewed cup of coffee I talk with folks get booed falsely

Going for Sex
 

Going for Sex

Yall stale flow fail to grow like dead tomato plants
But I continue to exist with a menu bliss like ants
Got my foot in trends hoping to put an end to whackness
Yall been to practice? I await submissively like an actress
These fake scrubs pissing me off as being the type tactless
Pray to sustain stay and remain in church doing a lame search
For answers at bars touch dancers if it’s a fine dame with much
Round butt great like a brown cup cake, step with wishes hoping
She help with kisses,” girl we can sleep deep bodies be smoking
Under steamy wool coochee extremely full of slick juice broken
Bed springs both our heads rings with horny tones and stony moans
And groans” “wait not so fast your words flow pass ears like stones
You wanna go home, all of a sudden you wanna unbutton my mini-
Skirt and do plenty work your cock has become visible I guess any
Girl’s coochee get wet hot and miserable but let me think about
This because your cock is swoll and your plot is bold so no doubt
Your pants is about to suffer a rupture your cock can be a stocking
Stuffer in the culture of sexual Hip Hop I trip a lot while you knocking
The boots” aw girl wanna get you very hot and bury my cock
In the cream pies between your thighs while juice flys apart so stop
Being stuck up, so much to reveal tonight your panties concealed
From my true sight but boo you tight I want candies for real”

^ Try out for my Crew...Idiot.........................

Yea....Try out...I''ve been watching you for the longest time..