Ayyio


I Misplace Bombs Like Crossed-Eyed Soilders..
Its Like Mr.Reeves Bench Pressing Because You Cant Hold The Weight On Yah Shoulders..
Dawg, You Aint Never Bombin-This...
Cuz You Can Catch-Up Like Fat Waiters Holding Condiments...
Its Like Homosexuals Giletes Cause I Slit-Queers...
Which Always Bring Tears, But Even If Yah Was Battling Nelly Bitch Couldnt Get It Hot-In-Here...
I Spit Ill Shit I Dont Need To Explain...
But I Make You Line-Up Like Crack-Dealers On Airplanes...


I Know I Dissapointeed Yall Not Drop Nice Shit But This Fuckin Lady Is On My Dick And It Was A Keystyle....So Uppin Fo'' Votes