Originally Posted by
ROBBMACK
It's obvious no reason to state, i haven't posted for a bit..
I'm the snobbiest heathen youd meet in a lobby as leaving, quick..
After meating two testy hoes... they was nuts..like my fingers, both flipped...
They got me offering the hostess grips in tips,
to lock in a real h0es test... to not see me.. And rock sealed lips... as if...
Cuz hoes tell to the 6th, then they tell mo'.. sick
That's why I stay fukn you n|ggas, you ain't gonna tell sh|t
never admit, getting raped everytime you chose to sit
And hit keys hoping your weak dis could reach ROBB's wits
The whole time knowing it'd miss.. cuz though you've never taken a miss
You stay as mistaken as you are witless...the sites witness
And wishes you'd just attempt wit less..
you couldn't touch my stats with a pole if you polled your click
never be able to step thru MACKs door even if I'd opened it
I'd ROBB to get where need be, but fuk if I posted, id tell how i butt fukt Nick
leaving him tied to a post of a fence
No bed, no room, I'm talkn the front yard of his ma's as she slept giving him straight D Killin his offense..
With the intent to offend and indent, I went in his tent, dented his end and didn't get off til I'd gotten off him
And I ain't gay just tryna say these kids should stay in ma's pouch, rue the day you think you can go
With a pimp. Get the gazelle the shell toes and the kangol
but stay in the past before thinking to tango
With the guy that moves around with an entourage of mo' n|ggaz than django...
And time'll stand still, while I'll still stand alone one of my G's picking a banjo
to my deliverance
I cut to the bone when I harmonize
you can't thug from a phone with harmin eyes
I'm busy, lazy, crazy, and dizzy.. you're just tasha's cries
Don't let your gaze south, fa&&ot, look at me as you blow the dice
See my silhouette against darkened skies
As I bust and provide you a martyrs disguise
You yell out "ride or die" as you pedal your bike
I'm a writer so it's known I've died and died
If I questioned your intelligence no arm'd rise
You sleep on the truth then awaken alarmed to find
That though you feel your owed the markets price
is far to high to correct the slight dealt when kharma's lied
I spit hot fire, my salivas caramelized
You more resemble a frozen pond of ice
Cuz you sit there static and ponder whys
I'd slay on stage as though from armoured ride
And your blood pools cuz your all o' buzz like you're farming flies
I can prove I'm alien
I got that krokadil just to peel away my skin
So you can see how reptilian I really am..
Feeling as though you still can win is sad as it is silly man
I'd feast on your children if famished
Or enjoy just grilling them if on some old "do it for the fam sh|t"
I'd wait on Em for tips but not serve him til he'd eaten
So he'd die on full belly when beaten
Like that fool on Belly hand wrapping Seagrams
And hip-hop'd die across,
but these Bunz'd quickly get lost
all's not lost at all costs
If all fights fought paid lots
I'd not throw wads at broad's tops
If all won paid knots I'd still not rock
topped off socks..
My glock'd Be scarred notch after notch, plenty
But it's not false I'd still be a lost cause, if any...