freestyle 26 bars

[TheBigHurt~]

its the big hurt mother fucker im steady spittin that fire
my rims had a growth spurt but im already sittin much higher

i got rich nigga attire, with me its never down to the wire,
im bout to pull some teeth lemme get my plires. ha

big shiney twenty two inch chrome tarantulas
i usem to check your reflection from the back of ya

my rhymes dont come away they attach to ya,
when im callin your name tell the bitch to get back to ya

aight so lets tell it like it is,
i got a baby mama but i didnt want no kids

shes always one to forbid,
im takin care of baby but next weekends in madrid

here i come, i got some cheroke in me call me cheroke son,
you bitchs is done, i make ya dance with my bullets cause girls think dancin's really fun

you thinkin that im silly but you better fear the hired gun
you better watch your back before i go fat kid on you honey bun.

ha. you niggas are the silly ones,
ill be sittin hear waiting on top of my millions

strapped with a metric ton of tommy guns
my mother's son gonna sit here till i finish what i begun

the big hurt talking, im the definition of hard work and im dewey cox straight hard walking
puttin my nose in that dirt and im stalking done scared you birds up now you squawking

this cats got ryhmes too smart for steven hawking,
no wonder whereever he goes hes got the bitchs gawking

you better look both ways before you think of crossing
if this truck hits you gonna be stuck to the pavement like cawking. damn

whats up with this man, got flow so steady i need ya to grab my dripping pan
always comin up with a genius plan, constantly growing ego and attention span

im like jacky chan jumping off buildings, i never need a stunt man
young man spits like gold leaf hes guilding, i never need to front man

its about time you know that whenever im involved you got a scandle
its about time you know that if i resolved the problem id be blowin out your candle.

my lifes never a gamble cause im all about my poker chips
ill knock your shit to shambles make ya walk it out on broken hips

ill put the hammer on the anvil poke the fire call me stoker bitch
believe me that i can kill dont mistake me for a joker bitch

yea im the one with loaded clips drivin imported whips
the sun who exploded this drivin power behind important shit

i got white leather intertior with a zebra strip with matching grips
bright nether exterior right by libra's tips no matching this

the big dipper is a pipe i use to smoke my shit
i pop it out the sky because im a vandle and im oprah rich

you the big stripper type who used to take a hit
and pop it out all high or have withdrawls and ramble cobra spit

this one goes out for all my new patrons and peers
the big hurt is here to silence your fears.

steer clear of hate and hit the breaks before you envy me
if i wanted you to hate me id have named this song dear enemy

i got my picture under greatness you can call me the epidemy
two six shooters and im dangerous warden calls me sam yosimite

fuck the kid in me i rape this if you need to see ill demonstrate this
little bee buzzing to relate this message to all the haters on the wait list

[Lobes]

DIDNT THINK IT WAS THAT GOOD. TOO SIMPLE