Young Blaze

Yah Come sayin It’s game over for rv wit their lil flip
…..I’m sayin Fuck Writtin for Class….Id rather Skip
Same as vampires in mirrors…yah raps got no reflection looks
We’ll leave J.C in a bag
……….like students packing up Nsync textbooks
5-0 set score, Drinkin C&J more, RV’s own wet net whores
This text war,using my pen gore
………..to leave them over and out like a truckers ten four
I’ll ghost write for ya, like cars in shops, heres a loaner
Like homeless mortician’s…U can meet death at any corner
Porn Stars…pro’s suckin dick…But now they swallow deeper
Got the ray to yah chest causin death..Like tanning wit the Grim Reaper
Boxed death, ur only escape now is decayed coffins….
Gat spray softens these gays often..
like a traffic cop after this, you won’t see J Walkin
I'm closin ya progress cuz u succeeding is history
Take cover I'm Roofing my Win to prove I'm Ceiling the Victory
Kids gay for each other…they got the burn...we remove’em like ushers
Fuck yah commin from another site
Call E-Style Imigration the way we throw back boarder jumpers


Will S.Unyu

E-Style in this bitch....
yo

Wow, you're on Nuke's nuts.
fuckin homo..

I'm too smart to lose against THIS gay....
so I stay in school cos,
I only cut Class when it involves switchblades

I'll get this bitch sprayed, cos their rhymes are like whore's clothes
So now atleast the way they rap matches their wardrobe
This shit is foreclosed, I'm battlin a fuckin bitch
I dont need this, the only time I use a John is to shit
Sick? nah, son, you're too soft to fit that image
So when you hit Rock bottom, that nigga goin put you in it
And that tough mouth is unneccessary, dont be sweatin the guys
Yall on the road to victory, with absolutely NO competitive drive
Sheesh!, we can scrap, son, lets take it to the streets
I come with punches like boxers, yall shit is barely breifs
God made Eve from Adam's rib cos Adam needed a friend
but I'mma get a Rib.......to fuckin own John Hens again
Hold that, my cock's thick, it make yo hoe's throat fat
We all know you love Hardwood, Classick, w/ no throwbacks
faggots..
thats 32 lines, the hard way

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