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A lil WHATEVA
some bitch called me disaster,so i put a axe in her head//
i said she cudnt call no more,so her mom called up the city feds// locked up and fed up,i write death notes to try and amuse me// send em to granny Frannys house,now she got the prison bully to come and abuse me// "help,help,this faggots tryin to stabb my butt open// know im hopein my prison homies will run in and cut his ear lobes open// by know i had him chokein,heard scary noises as he was talkin// had to punish him and hide the evidence,now hes in pain as he is walkin// fo'real i mauled him,i got the plot,and grannys to be a dead bitch// i had her for a lovin family type,but now convinced that shes an old witch// some kind of old snitch,plastered coke and shed let the feds know// i had to burst the bag and throw it away as i sung-let it snow-let it snow-let it snow.. jus a lil wack --wack--WACK lil sumthin cuz i was bored.....what ya think of my "mayb" start to a song sometime..?? holla with ya oppinions..!! |
practice.practice.practice.practice.practice.pract ice.practice. nuff said.
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Yes, agreed!
You know you can do better, hell, your gonna be hitting clubs with me in the near future, just needs practice, perfect the flow, add more multi's, a couple more internals, maybe more wordplay / similies / metaphors. . . .nice to see you up here though man, go check my piece with Sand. Peace! |
yeah....vortex...you know that wasnt 0.01% of what i can do....that was sumthin to pass the 5 mins till mtv diary of meth and red came on....haha....seriously tho....i sed my self it was wack.....u know i can do better tho...lol...piaz..!!!
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