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Happy Chrismas yall
Today i made my honey day/ without a brand new Sante Fe/
all she saw was white, kinda like where Santa stay/
All yall niggas are hella gay/speaking about cocks and how they on the way,
yall aint never jamming, just always riffing/ a bunch of undercover brother's, wat up Eddie griffin
Last edited by Donshotta; December 19th, 2013 at 07:41 PM
freestyle shit off the top
ima turn the cyph up
jermz verse gun shotss
y u gotta knife up
mite run in ya crib make u give ya wife up
have her beggin me to give the pipe up lol
U ain't doing shit you're from the burbsOriginally Posted by Jermz $G$
A dirty white boy that's y they call u jermzz
I'll crush u like I crush an herb and ur a herb
N chicks won't ever dig u, they don't want jermzz
lol
that would be funny if i was white maybe?
only thing dirty is that mids in ur avy
but thats the type of shit u smoke on the reg
matta fact u kraven moorcrack u dope head
U ain't a $G$ bitch I'll numb your eye socket
U got $ signs on ur name but none in ur pocket
I'm as high as a rocket and ur just a boring dude
Ya avy be like born broke..but ur gonna die broke too
im the type to cop dutches n twist up the best budd
u the type to find a faggot dude n makem ur best budd
playin wit kermit dolls cuz u lonely as fuk
how u from LA an still got trashhh in ur blunt? lol
Fuck a Dutch bitch I'm the type to smoke paper planes
So catch flight.. But too bad u ain't go not paper meng
Your motto born broke and die rich?
Only if I put money on ur head and u die quick
blaaa blaa bla dude get off my jock
only time u put money on a head is cuz u pay for top
n fucka paper where im from we dont burn those
n u dont either u a crack head wit ripped clothes
talkin bout LA u probly from skid row
wit 3 teeth coppin 40 pieces to blow
Ayo I got a heart of a lion while this faggot got one like those stray cats
U follow my footsteps so much all of ur bitches are my been there, done thats
Plans on dabbin for the first time good luck with that notion
U'll be in ur room high as fuck.. After the explosion
i got an aggressive flow/ not your average joe/
fuck a kiss, i get head under the mistletoe/
No blunt but i made her soar/ legs locking like a figure four/
But back to you bitches/ fuck rap, go back to the kitchen/
tell ya to fix me up a roast chicken/ and a salad with no dressing/
and im addressing/ those who text while eating sour lemons/ yall are women/ dressing up with pink ribbons, soft linens, and see through leggings..
i sit down to admire/ all the lights and the fire/ of burning tires, and pyres/ these little rap niggas need to retire/ or go back to the shire/ call me Gandalf cuz i try to to inspire/ for these dwerves to conspire/
for gold and all their desires/ then i be waiting in bushes/
wit a sword that im pushing/ between your eyeballs/
type the wrong words in to a dell, and you'll see the skyfall
Last edited by Donshotta; December 20th, 2013 at 07:18 PM
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