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@ArtemusPariah6 ай бұрын
Forgive me if her name's on the tip of my tongue, but I threw a hat her way, placing her in the mix with the gang, just like Troy Ave laid it out-she's part of the game. Mett lace clutching her neck firm, akin to collars and leashes, chains. Today she's by my side, tomorrow she's history, a pain in her back, spines getting a whole new arrangement. No identity, no chance, lured her in with a tempting pace, gave her an ultimatum, 'Cause she swore she's faithful, over the moon. Asked her to return promptly, but she's on edge, arriving less than two minutes tardy. So I instructed her, don't dawdle, turning her into a zombie when she's in the mood to give brain. Stay out the way, either get down or lay, don't ask what's in the bag, bud, never you mind. Told her spin like a ballerina, fold her if she bends for me na, defend, if then, im getting behind her. Add that kick, (Kmt) this one's got no baby acting child-ish. Might mill the agony of giving her Vicodin, Kalashnikov, Novocaine. Nah, take off, shoutouts fill my batch, I’m sick and tired of feeding the cat. Furthermore, Gotta watch out for the fucking rats. If ya ask bout dem I DONT KNOW If ya talk bout us better #O, “my shooter right handed so it must not be idy watt corner 3, with a smile that sounding like Gorski shot Justin on the break who got catch the lob i got beast mode downtown feel like Charlie Dobb” “Playing with waps, like madmen, How they allow, what they condone. Don't ask what happened when the finger met with the chrome, (Went slap, click, bang,) Real bad b she be bad for me, nah shawty got jiggle back told her wriggle that, sweet one no joke ting lol ain’t nothing to giggle at.” “Told her no strings, ain’t catching feelings mutual feelings” “true or false. “ “Believe it or not, when shh got got, His bredren seem to have looked quite shocked. I don’t know what dem guys are on, On the op block I was. Put live corn in the dotz, Or back rambos and knife down ops. Don’t mess with the one-pop, multiple gunshots,” Jada pink will wifey still slap this Chris Rock Or somewhat.” “Headshots put corn in tops, Or ching man down till his heartbeat stops. Share that out with ops, Bro got a brand new dot dot showing that off, Like look what I’ve got, full stop. This beef is hot, but I don’t give a toss, Feds got eyes on the gang, my face all bait like we're being watched.” “I'm from the blocks where freezers empty, And melting ice is as common as colds. Put rocks in cling, the trap pays well, Can't be called a legitimate job. “ “Your one-stop-shop for bits and bops, For all things big and small. Swing by, come in, and see the store, There’s plenty of fun and so much more.” “Love seeing juice and guts, Horrible things like gruesome gore. Ops get bored, fresh juice gets poured, Pissed that they love spilling juice on floors.” “I need focus to bag this right, So I don’t bag this wrong. If you snooze you lose, Keep one eye open so you don’t snore.” “In T house, chilling with cats, 'Cause dirty rats tryna get me caught. Bro's pissed if the shotgun's spazzing, Hide your melon or catch this corn. “ “Bando man kicks down doors, Or watch Rambos get ripped through cores. Show man about op block tours, Dish that live O, fly back and forth.” “Top striker is what mans called, Why? 'Cause I treat this game like sports. Can't press start on this game or pause, It's real life, there’s no respawns.” “Man's spewing, reception's poor, in the bando, Pissed I can’t answer calls. Out ere, it’s modern-day war, Like Call of Duty when duty calls.” “Booty calls, I got no time for them groupie thots, Dumb neeks want beef over stupid whores, Then expect no mercy and no remorse, It was my fault that shh got bored.” “And shh got bored by me as well, Haha, L.O.L., oh well, I send him straight to hell, Like Satan's trying to take your soul, Also, that was my fault, the pagan get bun if rise that pole.” “I close one eye when I aim a skull, And probably fill up your chest with holes. Nah, watch no face creep and crawl, I’m on the op block till my feet get sore.” “Samurai swords or slap live corn, Bro jump out gang when we pop dem doors. Leave ops all red like Santa Clause, What’s all this talk, bro, say no more.” “My head's like scrambled eggs, Try to spill some blood like tomato sauce. I'm not friends with dem, Dem man der not anymore. If I see feds, I'm off, Hold up, wait, wound humans and many more. 24s, then cut from uniforms, Show no face so I catch no case, leave crime scenes unsolved.”
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