multiple pages scorched...from the flames im writing down...
writing down...my reaction to what you typing now...is this the out come of our meeting...can we be friends at last...
you bout to lose ya future...in the present...when i end ya past...
ending class...
remember this is on the quiz...bring a pencil quick dont forget...[
you trying to throw some bullets man???...if i pop clips wont more hit??...
dude i could be wrong...thats really unlikely...
dude i COULD be wrong...thats really unlike me...
son writes me...from the pen sucking men...
under them fucking them...ten stuck in tha pen...when's this fucking end...
if i remember correctly...i believe i told you twice...
hold your ice...cuz imma give you a colder life...the boulders white...
thats cuz thats a rock sucka...knock fuckas...into NEW YORK time zone...
sorry dude this is not ruckas...
you dont want none of this venom...cuz it will travel thru ya veins...
thru ya veins...to ya brain...woooo ya lame...
big fucking deal...seen it before...ill see it again...
its like im drinking dude...every time i spit...im peeing again...
seeing a pen...
pick it up...put it back down...you say jack now...
you just a wak clown...
stop wit this and that...miss ya rap...ill have you kiss my gat...
get you pissed at that...suck so much...we call ya mister wak...
dont fucking bring up an issue...if you aint got a tissue...
you probably cry all night long...right wrongs...when i diss you...
this just a bunch of shit...about you man...yes you the reader...
you'll never be FINE AGAIN...unless you SEETHER...
lets end this right here...right now...this is the right time...
you bring the right beat, right hook, right back up...you still miss the right rhyme...
dont re write mine...say its yours...we both know the real truth...
ill kill you at an early age...steal youth...
cant pop me man...im in a steel booth...thats a real tooth...
funny cuz imma knock it loose...not gone lose...
im into the hardcore shit...pot guns booze...you rocking who's...
thats your fashion im smashing...its a passion this mashing...
dash in to see ya lashing...ration your bashing...
its gotta last forever dont get me wrong...if you do...
you wont hit my bong...dont hit it long...
thats all the dope i got...the coke i cop...its enough to smoke a lot...
its hope it stops...tote the glocks...fucked on PCP...smoking cops...
the smoking stops...
soon as my heart starts pounding...my heart starts pounding...
sound resounding...until im found in...the town inn...
dam man gotta get my bearings str8...fearing hate...
dont lie to me man...we both know...those tears r fake...
hear my tape...
so you wanna be like me...fight me...whatever you do...
please...pretty please...dont bite me...
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