Yo I dont got bros, dont hang on the streets I dont beat my hos, i only beat my meat. Dont womanize cause you no its true That when you look in thier eyes you see thier people too Mother effin suffrage! You know im a gangsta, you know i do coke, But i had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat. Ive been doin drive-bys all of my life, Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.
3.14 apple pi, I whip, clean it off, and stick it in her eye. And by "it" i mean contact lense 3.14 apple pi, I got rhymes and flows that make hitler cry. George bush wont he just yell and rant But hes a presiDONT who ameriCANT
I spit gangsta hymns, cause i'm a gangsta straight, I think of 20 inch rims when i masterbate. We're gonna be late, theres no time to waste, Cause the girls that i date, have a particular taste. The taste of my weiner! (snap)
3.14 apple pi why was i born white no one quite knows why, Gansgsta sell their rocks, ive got a collection You couldnt get a rise out of a yeast infection.
I'm a lyrical heretic, but i'll make you laugh Hit with you rhetoric, then i'll cut you in half. Dont need to be a clown, i dont need to be nice, How bout you sit down, and i serve you slice...
Of my 3.14 apple pi my voice is so smokey itll make you high... Heres a confession its all about me, Heres my impression of a broken jet ski.
Here come the puns. All yo little thugs wanna mess me with me? Know that ive been doin drugs since the age of 3. I took my ceral, stabbed it open with a knife. Snorted that shit and i got high on Life. A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense. I said you wont make cents if you dont make sense. Big finale...
You know i flow and show it, you know that bo know it, Youre lawn i'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet. Yo my rims be spinning i winning, like adam i be sinning. Potato skinnnin and knittin and separate those linens. And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries Just to disguise all your lies, but baby i be wise. You know i did it and shit it you brothers couldnt hit it, Then you try to ride it, too late! i already spit it.
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Copy to Clipboard: Yo I dont got bros, dont hang on the streets I dont beat my hos, i only beat my meat. Dont womanize cause you no its true That when you look in thier eyes you see thier people too Mother effin suffrage! You know im a gangsta, you know i do coke, But i had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat. Ive been doin drive-bys all of my life, Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.
3.14 apple pi, I whip, clean it off, and stick it in her eye. And by "it" i mean contact lense 3.14 apple pi, I got rhymes and flows that make hitler cry. George bush wont he just yell and rant But hes a presiDONT who ameriCANT
I spit gangsta hymns, cause i'm a gangsta straight, I think of 20 inch rims when i masterbate. We're gonna be late, theres no time to waste, Cause the girls that i date, have a particular taste. The taste of my weiner! (snap)
3.14 apple pi why was i born white no one quite knows why, Gansgsta sell their rocks, ive got a collection You couldnt get a rise out of a yeast infection.
I'm a lyrical heretic, but i'll make you laugh Hit with you rhetoric, then i'll cut you in half. Dont need to be a clown, i dont need to be nice, How bout you sit down, and i serve you slice...
Of my 3.14 apple pi my voice is so smokey itll make you high... Heres a confession its all about me, Heres my impression of a broken jet ski.
Here come the puns. All yo little thugs wanna mess me with me? Know that ive been doin drugs since the age of 3. I took my ceral, stabbed it open with a knife. Snorted that shit and i got high on Life. A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense. I said you wont make cents if you dont make sense. Big finale...
You know i flow and show it, you know that bo know it, Youre lawn i'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet. Yo my rims be spinning i winning, like adam i be sinning. Potato skinnnin and knittin and separate those linens. And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries Just to disguise all your lies, but baby i be wise. You know i did it and shit it you brothers couldnt hit it, Then you try to ride it, too late! i already spit it.
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