I was bored and so i made this.
Peace Out
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Always getting called Mr. Nice Guy/ Fly guy/ like superman, i’ll take ya sky high/ all night/ take ya home, so i can do ya all right/i hope ya liked the flight/ but like biggy “im fucking you tonight”/ make ya all sore/ like a animal, fuck ya like a manticore/ then boot ya out the door/ go out and find some more/ one woman man, HA, thats just a bore/ ISN’T IT!!/ cus pussy is my requisite/ the more i try, the more i get/ i get all types of pussy and shit/ from Porkchop, to spic/ some scream vic/ some scream bibablotick/ “me casa is sou casa”/i don’t give a fucka, did i ask you to talka, just open ya moutha, cus here comes the cocka/ don’t make a sound/ swallow it all down/ cus i’mma bout to bust all around/ then flip ya ova, and fuck ya with ya chest on the ground/ i’m known as the Don in Town/ nice to the ladiez/ drive them all krazzee/ show me a smile, never a fucking frown/ cus just like my words, my punches are straight, there lateral/ but b4 i strike, dem dikes, usually give me there girls as collateral/ you bitches are unloyal/ to ya women, ya dishonourable/ ya so what if i’m hypocritical/ some say i’m cynical/ or even criminal/ i’m full/ of this bullshit, from all these crips/....and bloods/ no matter who you are, i make the room flood/ from ya red Flew..ud(fluid)/but check it, i ain’t no Ganster/ just the almighty Terror/ cus my life is great, it’s all straight, no curves, living the high life, eating ohdurves, and Lobster/ fuck it, tell tha truth, im a Mobster/ and my hobby are these rhymes/ most of my friends are doing the time/ because they got caught organizing the crime/to be part of the mob, you gotta be like a mime/ don’t stitch, don’t say shit, or you’ll get hit, and dropped like a dime/ or dropped on ya knees, begging “ oh please please”, i ain’t even Italian, but my fucking Portuguese/ and i’ll still unleash/ all these, pits that wanna feast, on ya chest, put ya to rest, and it won’t be in Peace, Bitch....
Peace Out
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Always getting called Mr. Nice Guy/ Fly guy/ like superman, i’ll take ya sky high/ all night/ take ya home, so i can do ya all right/i hope ya liked the flight/ but like biggy “im fucking you tonight”/ make ya all sore/ like a animal, fuck ya like a manticore/ then boot ya out the door/ go out and find some more/ one woman man, HA, thats just a bore/ ISN’T IT!!/ cus pussy is my requisite/ the more i try, the more i get/ i get all types of pussy and shit/ from Porkchop, to spic/ some scream vic/ some scream bibablotick/ “me casa is sou casa”/i don’t give a fucka, did i ask you to talka, just open ya moutha, cus here comes the cocka/ don’t make a sound/ swallow it all down/ cus i’mma bout to bust all around/ then flip ya ova, and fuck ya with ya chest on the ground/ i’m known as the Don in Town/ nice to the ladiez/ drive them all krazzee/ show me a smile, never a fucking frown/ cus just like my words, my punches are straight, there lateral/ but b4 i strike, dem dikes, usually give me there girls as collateral/ you bitches are unloyal/ to ya women, ya dishonourable/ ya so what if i’m hypocritical/ some say i’m cynical/ or even criminal/ i’m full/ of this bullshit, from all these crips/....and bloods/ no matter who you are, i make the room flood/ from ya red Flew..ud(fluid)/but check it, i ain’t no Ganster/ just the almighty Terror/ cus my life is great, it’s all straight, no curves, living the high life, eating ohdurves, and Lobster/ fuck it, tell tha truth, im a Mobster/ and my hobby are these rhymes/ most of my friends are doing the time/ because they got caught organizing the crime/to be part of the mob, you gotta be like a mime/ don’t stitch, don’t say shit, or you’ll get hit, and dropped like a dime/ or dropped on ya knees, begging “ oh please please”, i ain’t even Italian, but my fucking Portuguese/ and i’ll still unleash/ all these, pits that wanna feast, on ya chest, put ya to rest, and it won’t be in Peace, Bitch....