my fault i had some shit to tend to


i text around rap battles wit a 38 and ah pump....................
you a mix tape son i sell you out the trunk................................
i move you in any direction I want you cant stop it..................
instead of 8 ball i yell out mixtape corner pocket...................
you can get it in braod daylite like they did the godfather.......
i'll drop a bomb in ya lap like the japs did pearl harbor.............
spill ya brains on ya girl like q-tip in poetic justice..................
buy one shot get the next free like rentals at block busters......
now a days we buy cd's fuck a mix tape................................
you have no quality ingredients of an mc but make a good cake.
your a moment you only last a for a few seconds..........................
your as good as wood in a war against metal weapons...............
i smack you like the last domino hit on the table......................
your a disney character your life is all fairy tales and fables.........
do you in like tommy did sosa or or run up on ya like rico wit da toasta....
just by seein my bars you leakin on ya pants the color of ma-mosa


its all fucked up but thats okay................

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BOSTON LYRICIST