Hey, here we go - this is part of a full rap me and SPuL made:


SPuL and Alex Beard’s rhymes, they go fa miles

We make other rapper’s lyrics sound like a child’s

Chillen deep inside my crib in Stizzow

Keep ya eyes on me, bitch, cuz I kin rock the gizzow

I’m a crazy ass cracka, and I be meanin’ you ill

So when you see me comin’, you betta start writin’ up ya will

I got no qualms, ‘bout cappin’ yo ass

So don’t drop ya GAT, or else I’m gonna blast!

I won’t think twice, ‘bout icin’ you sucka

So ya best back off, you greasy mutha fucka

Swiggin’ from mah bottle, and puffin’ from the roach

I’m the masta and commanda, I’m ya mothafuckin’ COACH

Hide my weed in my pocket so it won’t get seen

Comin’ at me like you tryin to diss-what do you MEAN by this?

Bitches tryin’ to step, but that shit’s so whack

I’m ghetto fuckin’ fabulous and I ain’t even black!

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The church is near, but the road is icy.
The bar is far away, but I will walk carefully...
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