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Originally Posted by misterpq
honestly you cant stop my flows like a girls monthly
i'm sick like anorexic, nasty cuz of my rhyme capability
ya rhymes are as fucked up like 1 crip gettin' beaten by 10 bloods
eyes on my OOHH SHIT!! style like watchin' a tape of the worlds deadliest floods
you cant break my train of thought, even if ya girl suck me till i squeal
cuz i'll make ya POOF! & disappear like David Copperfield
your sexuality; will change from man to women on the mic
the last girl tokin' had sex with said (I FEEL STRANGE  ) and turned dyke |
Bloods get blasted out the area faster than lauching scuds
Mess with crips go ahead we love to see ya blood drip
You sound like a magician.. your flow.. it's missin
The last girl is still listenin for the bootycall like it's a mission
Feel the flames like a blown transmission, Hold on bitch... intermission
I caught your thought your rhymes are bought grow up a lil cause your 2 dollas short
I'm above you I'm the judge and were in court, haha.. you have alot of thinkin to sort
I'll help you out and leave this line as my last resort