wat up yall it was fun being here n all but i got a lot ahead of me, so im retirin from dis site n wat not...so heres a lil sumin i wrote,peace


Asthmatic with addicts, hustlin it if I have it
I treat emcee's minds like a dick, cover it with plastic
Throw away the pussy right after I stab at it
homies rollin up,the blue berry magic
in a cigar the size of a matress I stay askindo you wanna match this?
impossible, man I go to the hospital
to deposit blood for money but they tell me there's an obstacle
can't find my veins, so hidden they transparent ,xrays showin signs of no brain logical?
Metaphors are my optimo, and I blow till i got a cold'
not optional, my thoughts process like a scanner untill I see the facts it's juss fiction
lyricism, mass quantities of mirror intentions, showin me hoes is vulnerable to master cards and vision
panties is wet her pussy might be my next victum, thinkin she's a queen untill my necks bitten, legs twitchin, choicin money over sex after I smell the sweat with no regrets right after my checks written