Gettin wild on dis piece
Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:47 pm
Deadly venomous rhymes getting behind enemy lines
Hold steady the 9, for pennies I grind the fetti is mine
An envious shine, those below wish they could pull ahead from the line,
I set, a standard unreachable between ya whole life and death
Ill put ya eyes to rest, no sighs or breaths, your demise is next
If ya size my steps, Im getting inside ya girls thighs and breasts
Behold the poet as I erect souls that’s dormant
My life is in a perpetual motion flowin exceptional poems
For stressin my motive is to get yall wet like ya legs was open
Check for tokens Ill put a tech to ya scrotum and ya neck get broken
Ill revive them if u attempt to dry ya tears relentless I appear
Enough to stress to get high for years, sellin 8 balls like Memphis Pioneers
Tryin to steer away from the deadly side of fear, the Pesci side of fear
All I see is cash and checks, bare naked backs and breasts
Im tryin to put the past ahead, I throw bullets like Montana past ya head
Now the camera’s flash again, with my hands clung to the chrome
One to ya dome, I am the Mexi-can grandson of Capone
-- 20 Nov 2009 21:46 --
come on it wasnt dat baddd noww was it?
Hold steady the 9, for pennies I grind the fetti is mine
An envious shine, those below wish they could pull ahead from the line,
I set, a standard unreachable between ya whole life and death
Ill put ya eyes to rest, no sighs or breaths, your demise is next
If ya size my steps, Im getting inside ya girls thighs and breasts
Behold the poet as I erect souls that’s dormant
My life is in a perpetual motion flowin exceptional poems
For stressin my motive is to get yall wet like ya legs was open
Check for tokens Ill put a tech to ya scrotum and ya neck get broken
Ill revive them if u attempt to dry ya tears relentless I appear
Enough to stress to get high for years, sellin 8 balls like Memphis Pioneers
Tryin to steer away from the deadly side of fear, the Pesci side of fear
All I see is cash and checks, bare naked backs and breasts
Im tryin to put the past ahead, I throw bullets like Montana past ya head
Now the camera’s flash again, with my hands clung to the chrome
One to ya dome, I am the Mexi-can grandson of Capone
-- 20 Nov 2009 21:46 --
come on it wasnt dat baddd noww was it?