when it come to this shit boston one of the masters....
lift you up to heaven like birsds jersey in the rapters...
im responsible for your death so i'll break it to your pop..
spilll your blood all over the kitchen and make your moms mop...
im not one to play im metaphorically gifted....
my mind is crazy and lyriaclly cerial killa twisted...
i'll have you chopped up and bagged like fresh fruit...
and since you dieing during this battle i wore a suite...
i'll get you banged out like j lo's ass in a movie.....
if you was an actor in a sex scene you would ask for george clooney...
your skillz lack everything like an athlete wit no legs or arms...
your soft and dont last long like marshmellows from lucky charms...
call me whateva but im bettah....im not def but i will jam you wit ah vandettah..cut off your circulation wit a kanye west sweatah.........
pull out the bareetah and give you some free stuff like a fox goal gettah
and cuz people dont know me over there...... they said this shit was super
ps. i didn't write this..... this was against me
Originally Posted by Ambiguous
