yo peep this and tell me wut u think of it.
ima flip this verse with a bazar twist/when i spit this flow terse with a charred wrist/i said fucc the slits and tha cuts/poored gas on that shit and lit that fuccer up/boom its a suicidal bar b q/zoom past tha life of a super bridal car for two/cuz im rollin solo smokin bomb and drinkin in slo mo/like instant replay u see gay fags walk past/when spoke to they out with a walk fast/and to the point, so i say fucc it and ht a joint/with intentions of conventions of smoke/to reach ya lungs and grasp til u choke.
this next shit relates to this one faggot that was talkin shit.
if that fool through cutsi'd hit nuits,rip guts..with cruel intentions..cuz i dont giv a fucc about suspension,i live for detention..its like home to me..leavin ya brain blown to dabris in the zone with a plea..for ur worthless life hittin faggotts with a turfless fight..cuz i box suckaz everyday of the week..hittin them bitches with a mouth plug everyday on a beat..i kill rumors with lyrical satisfaction..blastin among cats who who steal boomers with empirical statis askin..how long they'll survive/i said til how long u ride..til the coaster comes to a stop..with a toaster like guns with a pop.
those were flows i did a lil while ago.
ima flip this verse with a bazar twist/when i spit this flow terse with a charred wrist/i said fucc the slits and tha cuts/poored gas on that shit and lit that fuccer up/boom its a suicidal bar b q/zoom past tha life of a super bridal car for two/cuz im rollin solo smokin bomb and drinkin in slo mo/like instant replay u see gay fags walk past/when spoke to they out with a walk fast/and to the point, so i say fucc it and ht a joint/with intentions of conventions of smoke/to reach ya lungs and grasp til u choke.
this next shit relates to this one faggot that was talkin shit.
if that fool through cutsi'd hit nuits,rip guts..with cruel intentions..cuz i dont giv a fucc about suspension,i live for detention..its like home to me..leavin ya brain blown to dabris in the zone with a plea..for ur worthless life hittin faggotts with a turfless fight..cuz i box suckaz everyday of the week..hittin them bitches with a mouth plug everyday on a beat..i kill rumors with lyrical satisfaction..blastin among cats who who steal boomers with empirical statis askin..how long they'll survive/i said til how long u ride..til the coaster comes to a stop..with a toaster like guns with a pop.
those were flows i did a lil while ago.