I don't give a fuck Too many people wanting to rap battle me so this goes to yall
My middle fingers stuck;
Roll and duck
Cuz I'm coming
Best start running;
Run you over and start humming
This spit;
Don't talk shit
Cuz you got hit
You suck, so quit;
Quote:
So you try to argue with these rhymes
that flow right on time
cause this dime
and this lime
with my shot
of patron
and its known
that I bone
on the phone
with this pussys girlfriend
while hes sittin there alone.
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Your rhymes are lyrical crimes
Bitch what you talkin' bout
You don't got a home
So how the fuck can you have a phone;
You lie
I can see it in your eyes
My fist coming to pulverize
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Whatchu know about me, oh don't you worry bout me, I'm ok money in the bank, livin that simple life homie go catch em livin in the passion nicca smoke ashes
Last edited by TokingToker : 10-30-2007 at 01:53 AM.
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