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As i Awake Eyes Open Dry'd Smokin
Shitz Laced Chokin Mind "Stove Lit"/
Baked My Prescense My Senses Dim
1 Snitch 2 Doods Da "Sentence Flip'd"/
Different Statements Finished Fakest
Send A Clip Like Get The Tape Quick/
Im Not Seen Like Masin Ski Mask Black Glovez
"Cripple Ya Walk" Heat Clapp Contrast Blood/
Cake Feastin Dey Sleepin Wake Speedin Da Jakes Seein
They Hate Weed Hitz "Concrete Swift" Give Da Streets Lift/
Straight Wit Hype Raize Each Price "Plate-Feeds-Mice"
Cheese Up G's Flush Lyk Heartless Jail "SHIT"/
i'll Give U Da Package Dont Gotta Mail It When Da "Frail-Spitz"
U Can Keep "rollin" Wont "Stand Up Dough" Lyk "Rails-Missed"/
Wheel Chair Pimp Steel Flare Clipz "Creep-Hair-Tipz",
"Float Ya Self To Death" Lyk FREE-SAiL-RIPP'D/

What in the fuck is this bs....This is an english site homie

no-good lyk uh biscuit miskit flow-stood
nuthin' hype a liquid shit scrip' buh yeh no-good

lmao ^^^!!!

ahahahhahaha

-.HaZarD.- wrote:As i Awake Eyes Open Dry'd Smokin
Shitz Laced Chokin Mind "Stove Lit"/
Baked My Prescense My Senses Dim
1 Snitch 2 Doods Da "Sentence Flip'd"/
Different Statements Finished Fakest
Send A Clip Like Get The Tape Quick/
Im Not Seen Like Masin Ski Mask Black Glovez
"Cripple Ya Walk" Heat Clapp Contrast Blood/
Cake Feastin Dey Sleepin Wake Speedin Da Jakes Seein
They Hate Weed Hitz "Concrete Swift" Give Da Streets Lift/
Straight Wit Hype Raize Each Price "Plate-Feeds-Mice"
Cheese Up G's Flush Lyk Heartless Jail "SHIT"/
i'll Give U Da Package Dont Gotta Mail It When Da "Frail-Spitz"
U Can Keep "rollin" Wont "Stand Up Dough" Lyk "Rails-Missed"/
Wheel Chair Pimp Steel Flare Clipz "Creep-Hair-Tipz",
"Float Ya Self To Death" Lyk FREE-SAiL-RIPP'D/

As I awaken, my eyes open dry like smoke was in the air
As if it was laced, chokin' your mind, like a cloged stove so prepare
Baked, high my presence, while my senses remain Dim
like my brain was a snitch and 2 dudes, the sentence flips and skim
over different statments finished, to what can seem the fakest
sending a full clip like they hit record on the tape quick, I quake-fists
make writers shiver like theres someone behind them, but not there
black gloves n' mask, I got everything thats white in a black pair
"Cripple Your Walk", like you did it wrong and the heat contrasts your blood
the cakes crumbled, left to sleep forever, cause you're just a dud
Its like a weed hit, face first on the concrete swift, and the streets lift
I'm straight with the hype, raise the price, the plate barely feeds the mice
Cheese is on up, a flush but I'm heartless like men in Jail in a cell Split
I give words like UPS packages, don't gotta mail, like I have rigged dice
You can keep rollin', you can't stand the lines, like you missed the rail
a wheel chair on a track, stuck, flares blow up, and ignite your vail
and watch you float in death, like the boat has lost its sail.


now thats how you fucking write that BS you call a verse.