MY VERSE TO I DAUGHTER HOZ
btw...just wanted to reply to some shit u said in ur verse....mexicans ARE latin...DUMBASS.....n i even told u i wasnt mexican...so tahts a fake personal,like the cock eye shit............and,its OBVIOUS u read the smiley vs me battle CUZ U MENTIONED IT...then,u used his adam's apple line...umm,that was the 3RD ONE on rb....so that,is wack of u as hell..............aight here we go
I DAUGHTER HOZ=KEMO THERAP FROM ORIGINAL
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denied her own pics ...
got caught ...i always baffle em/
how is her name ASIA...when this bitch looks fuckin AFRICAN//
after MIXTAPE sees ur pics...this bitch'll get dumped/
you dunno bout HIP HOP...fat bitches cant JUMP//
i had her post first cuz i didnt wanna FEED her/
you gotta COCA COLA SHAPE..if we talkin 2 LITRE//
rockin wigs..she jealous..this shit aint even fair/
u gettin FATTER...only thing THINNIN is your HAIR//
u just the queen of weaves...bitch should be scared of me/
this chick is so fuckin BALD...her rap name's KEMO THERA P//
she tryna RUN things...but bitch..look at the WEIGHT on you/
ur only PHYSICAL ACTIVITY..is when niggaz RUN trains on you//
WORKED her..she's a SORE loser..she'll never excel/
not for raps... but CLOTHES SIZE is why she in XXL//(double xl magazine)
she never been good...fell off..i'm makin her bawl/
its true..the BIGGER they are...the HARDER THEY FALL//
dont blame ur belly on pregnancy...u aint no looker/
you DAUGHTER HOZ ..cuz even your KIDS will be HOOKERS//
writin poems (at bottom)bout ur crack addict folks..it's all wackness/
u aint DOPE..ur parents are the ones that are CRACKheads//
dad left..MOM WAS A ONE NIGHT STAND..i slaughter foes/
it runs in the family..even ur GRANDMA DAUGHTERED HOZ//
read on in her poem...says she had sex at age 3/
mother was so loose ...her dad had to fuck a ba-by//
talkin shit when u dont have audios..this textcee lies/
cant STEP to the mic..cuz that would require EXERCISE//
this ho's intrests are "niggaz n sex"..her spittin is wack/
her LIPS must be ASLEEP...cuz they always HITTIN THE SACK//
callin me out was SUICIDE..but i got more to tell/
she gets her WIG SPLIT... everytime she PARTS HER HAIR//
FLORIDA native..never be elevated..she garbage as hell/
even her state abbreviation say...bitch belongs in
FL//
and FLORIDA is full of
seniors...u been hatin a while/
got a
SPARE around ur waist..i'll still make you re
TIRE//
looks like a fat lil wayne in drag...n i'm just startin/
she WANDA from living color crossed with SHENAYNAY from martin//
only her dad fucked this chick...only good for suckin dick/
only RING a man would get her..is shown in the bottom pic//(TONGUE RING)
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HER POEM,EXPLAINS SOME PERSONALS
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Originally Posted by KeyMo TheraP
Who am I To tell you who I am
This rap vet born to a crack head but known to stand others
Hands cover the tears the reason I'm the way I am is cause I was raised by my grand mother
Subject to incest kinda sad to think I was only 3 when I got into sex
Vengeful threat a sinful test to question my abilities to mention depth
Guys come and go, the wise come to grow a stronger grip to avoid ends
Voice sends a cringe of insecurity in me to distance myself longer from boyfriends
Never holy, a clever phony can fake out feelings, yet the heart will die slowly
It's best I die lonely cause these niggas will get attached once they think they know me
I'm a confused self abused girl trapped in this character of the unknown existence
One flow is instant since birth I had a description of a neglected weeded up infant
feel of unwanted-ness that was just a bullet out of the gun to meet
school was cruel and unusual, I thought I was cute but the kids still made fun of me
long stares in the mirror stuck with the question of who am i
refuse to lie, I could have used some psychological help for the nights I contemplated suicide
vision it, body twitching with people bytching about me choosing not to listen
always picturing the knife penetrating pain through my stomach when washing dishes in the kitchen
a lyrical outburst it wasn't the whoopins, it was the verbal hits that made me shout worse
doubt birth I shouldn't find things out about you until im found first
a life to lead or just lead the life without trying to find hands
Ill cry and ask myself…who am I to tell you who I am
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