yo check it


1-n-gone boy yo name says it all/one lyrical punch and watch as the chips fall
leavin yo whole world in disaray/i'm da greatest what else can i say
this man sittin spittin rhymes in his mama thong/and to tell da he would where his dick tucked but it ain't dat long
spittin dat weak shit prolly talkin bout i'm gay/you only speak on what you know what can i say
sittin here thinkin man i'm playin wit a rookie/dat boy a prolly have a brain hemrige if i eva took his cookie
givin you punches right and left/by the time yo physce ain't gone have nothin left
yo confidence is reduce to nothin/you cross dressin bitch why dat bra full of stuffin
you play hard on da pc but in real life danga make you feel feeble/i'll take yo breath wit one hit from dis desert eagle
automatic on yo temple ha what yo got to say now/man you couldn't be d boss if they gave you a crown
talkin bout you a lyricist/well excuse me miss/for not puttin any thought in these lyrical blast
boy i could spot you ten bars/ and wit one line still beat yo ass
weaness must run inda family cause i got yo moms weak in da knees/so next time you try me talk to dat bitch "Please"
yo rhymes is like lullabies cause they make me yawn/ha look at yo moms face whats that white stuff oh thats my spawn

bring partna