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My first attempt (here)
Title: "Thrown Out of AA For Not Leaving My Name"
By: The Vanilla Gorilla Yo, yo I step up to the stage It's like a notebook on a fresh new page. Ready for me to jot down my rage Ready to go on for days and days Gimme a mic cuz I just love to hold it Just like your new bike, after I stole it And sold it It didn't mean shit. I'm the one that y'all don't know Any time I'm ready to go Throw blows and still spill mad flows While I kill hoes Hey bitch, wanna be the next Jane Doe with a slit neck Don't ask me what's worse The fact that I sickly curse swiftly on each third word of each verse Or that I killed a pre-med nurse for the 2 dollars change in her purse. I act on instinct Often I don't think Always on the brink Of murder "Shit, maybe you just hurt her?" Nah dawg, she's dead, it's been an hour since I heard her. I hold my own when a rhyme or a line needs to be blown Doesn't matter where I am, man, it always feels like home Just gimme a beat or a line, a whole gram or maybe a dime I'm comin' for what's mine Next time, motherfucker, I'll post a sign. That's all I had But I'll be back Droppin bombs Like y'all are Iraq Until then I'm off to cough while I smoke some crack. |
dude,not hating or anything, but that sucks ass. It sounds like u forced half ya rhymes
holla |
I just write the shit for fun. Most of it was just dropped in the web-form.
I'm still ill with my skills that I drop like chemical spills. |
you not a gangsta! no one on this damn site is... spit about what you know... makes you 10 times better... you need to elevate on everything and spit on a topic you know and you'll get good reviews for sure.... keep rhyming
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