Prone to boys...I'll rip the larnix outta this homo and use it as Tone Toys..
Call Him On The Phone and send him threats........With His Own Voice..
Spittin quicks a little iddy biddy bitch so do like ya Crew and just Stay-Down..
well my bullets Graze-Pounds, Spits punches lack swings like Ghetto Playgrounds!..
Watch as this lion kills...frozen feet...shook...your lines are still...
Weak...you 'all noise...and no heat'...like 'Elementary fire drills'..
I ain't ya average, action's a plus, and I got the gift to pack a good punch..
So if you're here to present a challenge then I'm the one who's wrappin it up..
Got the eye of a Tiger?...more like felines weighin eight pounds..
Nigga I'll Bitch slap you so hard...your inner beast will lay down..
Okay...I'm fuckin this pussy up, that's somethin I gotta admit..
But shit...I'ma hafta wrap this up...cuz a nigga don't want any kids..
Saw the purpose of submittin your thread, I'mma change it..
I'll rip your material, and sew it back up as my security blanket..
You chalked your life's blueprint and left the rest unknown..
But missed the sidewalk, and drew it on my steppin stone..
Quik kills me with his wackness, lowerin me in a glossed casket..
And buried me so far down, I can snuggle up with his lost talent..
This lame is see through, the wishful have to lie, twist ya cast on sides..
So when you read my verse, don’t even reply .. just kiss ya ass goodbye..OMG!!

PEACE!!!
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