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Mar 26, 2003
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satrein down the court officales makein a mence is not my everday rituals instead killin individuals/i dont like the way u think of me in side ur head i wanna get my piece in fill u fool of led u motha fuckas think im not good enough to be broken off bread/ i got so many memorories of hate for all u punk ass bitches who never comfont me with some real shit 2 state u got no mother fuckin feelings that can realate/standin on street corners lookin for someone bolder than me not soarer gotta rep my shit and get ur shit in order right now my feeling for u are on a thin border its like ur mom slappin u so much u devolped a flenchin disorder/maybe 20 years from now u might see the light that u bitches CANT NOW OR NEVER WILL BE ABLE 2 FIGHT every time i see u i flip the bird out of spite ull never be able to take me ok...u got that RIGHT/claimin u tripped and i fell on u bitch dont play i know u diddnt know what 2 do u stuck like a bitch with ur friends on me how kind of u how about i pull off some hannibal me care for u thats crazy ur unstandable/its like a insane rage i wanna fuck u up with my sawed of guage its not all fake its real bitch this isnt no theatre stage we never will be cool no matter what age/no matter what satistics say u say i cant fight okay...stay away from me if u dont 6 feet under ull stay/its like this in my visoin u walk away but u still listen deny what i insision in ur mind but still u got no hope so what are u to find/grind ur teeth to what ppl say and what they hear u deny it all and say i jumped u from the rear bitch dont deny ur fear/