Im constantly thinkin on my man's death, shot with no vest
My life was a sex fest, until Jingles, drug dealer, streets best
Shot him in his back, left him on the ground, blood pourin
A switch to reality, me and my niggaz chillin 7 in da mornin
Strategizin on the perfect crime, get paid, revenge mine
That's how it goes in my hood, life fo' a life, no nines
But a game of the mind, somethin even Jingles couldn't define
After its ova, we reminise on my nigga and hold up the sign
That gangsta sign, this flow spills as thoughts to the paper
How we goin bake this faker, kill, bounce before town wake up
A new day, gats still spray, but we beyond that way
We keep it Sherlock style, foul, so that pussy could pay
Fo' his thoughtless act, now relaxin, i imagin satan packin
Pussy wit notes stackin, but Hell awaits for his act and
Now slackin on his defense, we creep in, he weakens
His hoe at work, playin him, seekin dick and late sleep in
Security system down, alarm deactivated, we made it
Later that night, his wifey home, her pussy, another nigga ate it
I state it, it was crazy, when Jingles found rubber in da purse
He stormed out the crib, plan changed wit a rebirth
Hoe thirst fo' sex, ate fo' a sec, called a nigga, then left
Soon came back wit this nigga, sexin up while we ref
My nigga Rone called me, whispered somethin in my ear
I couldn't hear what he said, the sex had my head unclear
Chick went to use the bathroom, locked the door, then screamed
The nigga banged on the door like it was a 4th sequel of Scream
He managed, hoe on the ground, with her fake tits hangin out
He stared wit no sound, turned arouond, then fell down
Both dead on the ground, stabbed in da back, blood in da mouth
Alternate plan was a sucess, we got the cash and was out
We secured the money like we was managin the Bank of Sovereign
I sighed, f**k Bonnie & Clyde, we Batman & Robin
Jingles came to the crib, called his wife, then fin to bounce
Turned around, 5-0 surroundin, escaped was nowhere to be found
Pussy got trialed, bribed the jury, bailed out, fake sell out
Was found shot later that same day, announced in da TV Lounge
Of a club, me and Rone steady chillin, when word was said
That his killer was kin to his wife's secret nigga who both lyin dead
Everything turns around, reap what you sow, not by the nine
A plan of a mastermind who could switch a screw up into a Perfect Crime


well, not my best, but rate it, don't hate it

he wasnt black he wasnt white he was the boys kinda type
he wud, rumage around the city dump for some kinky underpants to suit him crazy
god make him pay please
fink of all the things that hes gone like taken drugs and smoked dope on his mummas grave
bust him
fucking treat he ass to a good woopin
he shud be locked away for crime and theift
yet you leave him
treating his sister like a whore
beating her weed and fuckin hittin her for booze
hes got a sick mind
no wonder he cant get a wife
fucking killing all his girls with just one knife
hes mum n dad are dead forbid they still hate him
wot kind of shit can he do and get away it personaly
one month he shot down to tears
as hes brother left for his muskiteers
he was crushed
makin politic rushes
stuffing his sisters rushed roast into his mouth and the sink
he wasnt happy
diggin his sister's grave
waiting for that night he got her alone in the flat
he would slap her to tha floor
fuck her twice or more
rape her repeativly
abuse her for fucking arond with her boyfriend
kill her
fucking kill
rape her
fucking rape her
diss her
fucking diss her
until shes dead bom dead.
*dig* went the shovel *throw* went the body
he left a kiss on her grave said he was sorry and left for days
left her boyfriend a note that she was dead from the iron.
rushes were goin thru his head
he was alone and hurt
blood streaming down his mother fucking wrists as he cut deep cut
"BLEED" "BLEED" he would say "BLEED BITCH BLEED"
single picture left on the floor
single picture left on the floor
single picture left on the floor
come on'
*ok peeps please rate dis is shit i know but rate it*

^^ what is this s**t??

holla at me

na bitch

when i die, i want my perents to find me there
with a note attached to me, tied to my hand with care
it will be about me, the shit they didnt know
how i wrote rap music, and how its not all about drugs and hoes
how i wanted cds and shows
to suport me and my bro
ill have to tell them how i feel
ill tell them the whole deal
about why this gun is super glued to my hand then glued to my forhead
about why im sittin in bed, why im dead, why my covers are stained red
why both my wrists are slit open, with a knife in my thigh
with a rope around my neck, with "dont worry i wasnt high"
with 2 empty bottles of aspirin layin at my feet
i hope they know that i fell to defeat
take a gun, bang bang, to my brain
light a fuse and explode some propane
im not insane its a sure thang, u know what they say
no pain no gain, its not gana be plain
tie my legs down in a hole, wait till it rains
or tie my ass down, in front of a train
fill my body with acid man
wait till the blast man
ive lost it at last man
your askin me what i know about life bite me
i got shit to, you wanna fight me?
thats jus another way, i can go out
so cmon, let me stand in front of u like a man
give u a knife, let u have the upper hand
do anything u can, i will fight back, but behind my back will be one hand
i can let myself get O.D'd of coke and dust
then slit my throat befor they can get my system flushed
cuz this gives me a rush, and now ur makin me blush
so when u want me to stop jus give me a hush
and ill end it right now, with one of these ways
its dont matter how, but u keep it up it will be one of these days

tell me if ya like that shit, i dont no if its any good or not, thanx, 1

-ballin_boy

you aint suppose to post that shit in this guys thread u dumb fuckin idiot god damn get a brain and use it

yo MC dat waz pretty gangsta keep at it

Mc that was a pretty nice drop there....Good flowin and content...keep it up..

thanks

For those two idiots that posted garbage....you guys are morons....... fucking newbs

good lookin out

yo MC... I liked your piece... good flow and creativity and wordplay... keep it up... nice spit
peace