my memory is well intact// so that i dont forget..its attached to bells-in-fact//
i spit the diabetic sicc shit...so my rhyme always dwell-in-phat//
you can sit with those males-in-back...for me...i'd say to=hell-with-that// i'll bust shots...lets see if H can block one from the butt of my shotgun// my rhymes are top rung// although im your father, you can call me mister clean, i'll leave you mopped-son// you say carry on like you got hot lines...though i have yet to see you drop one...like a mom jugllin triplets// im a " misfit" like a big-chicks medium mid-drift when i spit this siccness// bitch listen...if you dont want to witness your lifespan end to quicken// refrain from talks of booty holes and prison...for you get strung up with bed sheet linen
i spit the diabetic sicc shit...so my rhyme always dwell-in-phat//
you can sit with those males-in-back...for me...i'd say to=hell-with-that// i'll bust shots...lets see if H can block one from the butt of my shotgun// my rhymes are top rung// although im your father, you can call me mister clean, i'll leave you mopped-son// you say carry on like you got hot lines...though i have yet to see you drop one...like a mom jugllin triplets// im a " misfit" like a big-chicks medium mid-drift when i spit this siccness// bitch listen...if you dont want to witness your lifespan end to quicken// refrain from talks of booty holes and prison...for you get strung up with bed sheet linen