At funerals amazing grace ya momma gon sing em/
Then I grab my SMURF and wit they gunz they gon BANG EM/
You faggot better not get cute/
I’ll split ya fuckin head open wit a timberland boot/
14 years old but im still a man/
dawg we can get it on and poppin like bacon on a pan/
yo you know me its I.V.O.R.Y/
you wanna know why im nice dawg don’t ask why/
the bitches that be chasin me in the hotel all im’a tell you is bye/
you don’t really want to mess wit this dude/
im pushin muh fuckaz wigs backs and takin em 2/
the east side is where I run my block/
we catch you callin us the boon dox my niggaz will have you scared str8 like a snitch talking to a cop/
I need a girl to share my riches/
But now its hard to find a gurl cus all these niggaz is bitches/
I wonder when im gon get som soon/
Cus im lookin for a groupie bitches wit breast like air ballons/



yo give me some tips on how to improve my writing

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very simple..too simple..you had good intentions..but..that was about it..your flowed was boring..and your wordplay didn't help either..keep rhyming though..you can only get better..peace...click on my sig~~~