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i aint into this shit that much....but its aiight i guess, seeing how im just a white boy in florida tryin to smoke every once of erb....what ever, ya momma
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Story behind the song
this is my 1st audio also lmao, sonned
Lyrics
hell yea nigga what you got im so spectacular...
you down for the count like givin head to dracula..
my reasons for ryhme is verbal vernaculars..
attackin you actually nah my actual stradegy...
baffle me cause only till now you really battled me..
just a tragedy spinnin dubs i grapple three's...
only way you on the list is DJ-Xed as a casualty...
what you fruity nigga this is dole verses apple-tree's..
fake philosiphy alias truth sokratee's...
i pound quick while you pause between rounds bitch
confused nigga shadow boxin up on sound click..
body count numbers amend seems to amount quick..
vet herb tellin me to come to his town bitch..
dont run ya mouth bitch...meet the ground trick...
i round clips on full amounts spittin automatics...
wartime RnR chaos come back as havoc..
lavish savage rap combos rapid attacks im rabid..
full wrath attached my rap act you finally had-it..
red dots lace ya up ya line up..see my crew rise up..
you just been pass along like granny gossip..
hand me fossils cause your flow just seems bone dry..
suppose to stop for battle ya bitch ass just drove by..
hold ya own right wait...i forgot you was a light weight...1:24
*sec*
blunt sessions then i wrote this, you want a flow test?
voutex bombs get blown threw ya whole chest..
retarded on the mic plus you spittin slow text..
ya own set, mouth open X gave me dome sex..
what bitch dont front you cant fuck with it..
battle mic a tech 9 yea you gettin bucked with it..
droolin on sites, cats spattin fuck enough spit it..
put it to rest before i pull it to death
i stay so baked niggas call me the chef..
djx on tables is a little to irronic..
like erb talk my lesson greets ya like high-ebonics..
ryhme reaver bitten RnR non-priceless shit..
backword dj's in open mic tryin to cypher this..
meetin me on streets i'd beat ya ass funny..
then take off with ya car and leave ya with gas money..
dj over-rated i bet you never wrote a flow..
copy and pasted sayin ya aim was quotable..
nobles in a kingdom standin up to a higher power..
like interns in learning but im like Eisenhower..
mic fire-power blastin like mimes jokin..
*talkin break*
surgeons on lunchbreak the way i keep ya mind open..
sickness inflicted bitch niggas half gifted..
incisions from spittin non fictional trips hittin..
spinnin dj's havin em x'ed from society..
vet votes swayin more than state failed sobrietys..
knighted mic horseman headless..im ya rivalry..
judged and executed ya ass askin where the trial be..2:42
i forgot my mic-check from mics to text..
slashed, X, whos next rippin windpipes and neck..
x'es wife is next, bet,
southern rednecks thugged out thats why we fly at best
try a vet, flya bets dont try luck n fuck with the rida yet
