She gone smoke my dope (yeah)
Let her smoke my dope (yeah)
Fuck her in her Ghost (yeah)
Pull off in a Ghost (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah ah yeah? Yeah ah A yeah Yeah YEEEAH aha? ayea
Paul Wall tippin' hit it then all walls flippin'
Better than all ya'll trippin' bitch what's up?
Deadboy walkin' see me now everybody watchin'
Did it now everybody talkin' just like us
Cashed, I'm a motherfucking mess
Atleast I say a slurred up speech then I rest in peace
They want my all but they'll never get the best of me
I keep the rest locked up then I ditch the key
See I could go a little harder bring the lava make it hotter
Gottem' ringing out their shirts like "fuck"
Carhartt patch 48 up in the back
Jump straight up out the cage in the trunk
I don't know the city boy I came up from the gritty
Tell his parents that we left his body somewhere where it's chilly
I don't hail from a place where you grow up to be great
I'm the creep from the motherfucking first ave lake
I never thought I'd live to see all these fucking dreams
RIP to the whole fucking scene
Let it bleed, let it bang
Bitch I do what I want when I please
You people are an insult to culture
that fucking chef boyardee macaroni sounding bikini bottom ass beat he used once probably qualifies as his best lyricism lol
I'm infatuated intriqued in need for weed my need for speed got me buying lamborginis, my taste in fashion got my body covered in Gs, my taste in trappin got me sellin kilos and Ps
>>69216727
get over yourself
>>69216621
"Water whipping in the kitchen" - 21 Savage
Guilty pollster takes the edge out of reality.
what you write is all vagina what i write is wall of china
"I transform into Winnie The Pooh and kill you with my bare hands" - some anon in a spit for me white boy thread
>>69216621
And I know soon come my time
For in mine void a pale horse burns
But I fear not the time I'm taken
Past the point of no return
Wage war like no tomorrow
Cause no hell, there won't be one
For all who deny the struggle
The triumphant overcome
my personal favorite verse ever
Before long, boil the bones
A little celery chop
A little pepper, a little milk of the poppy
Little posse in effect
Analog mono-poly Man'o'War
Walloping the auto-poly avatar
Mind on his Mallomars
Money on the iron lung
Clumsy with the can of worms
Usher you behind the sun
He shoots he whores, truly stupid troubadours and elders
Stock the shelter with frijoles and blueberry New York Seltzers
Roll up in a pa-diddle like a doofus
Hit the corner like the devil is a cubist
I'm ruthless, the sigil is dog with a cone, feeling foolish
Seven hells calling all foreseeable futures
Be it obtained culprit
Crippling migraine and strange stomach
Or a stray bullet through his gray mullet
I am ivy up the god damn lattice
March to the math rock
Raw, no cartoon mascot
The Mario pajama bottoms clumsily rappelling
Under a gibbous moon
Hunting for shitty food
Gunning, too tough, embedded in bad magic
Duckboy, shit is quacktastic
>>69216621
like UHHHHHHH
i put my dick in the dope
cause im addicted to dope
need at least a zip when i smoke
Let there be suicide bombers in my honor
Hear em hollerin "Shawn Martyr" assaulting their alma matar
They slaughter yer sons n daughters lay carnage upon my altar
Stigmata carved in arms, scars markin the martys converts