I HAVE TOO MuCH MONEY. I HAVE BEEN GETTING TOO MuCH MONEY. HOLLOW OuT A BITCH’S SKuLL BY THE CALIBER. CALL THAT AN ASSET LIQuIDATION. RIP HER HEART OuT HER CHEST AND CRuSH THAT SHIT WHILE IT’S STILL BEATING. CALL THAT ASSET FORFEITuRE. POP SOME SMOKE IN A DuMB PuPPET’S DOME CALL THAN AN ADVANCE ON INHERITANCE. FuCK WITH ME. #GORE #IF-YOu-ARE-A-PuSSY
:o) Wise words as always, my Lord. :o) Your penchant for gore and bloodthirst is so very beautiful...
this is almost bars? not sure how to feel about it
DICK GREEN. MONEY LONG. DOLLAR TINT. MuSCLES HARD. ON THAT GRIND. MAKING BANK. BREAKING SKuLLS. IN A BIND. GOLDEN FIDDLE. MESS AROuND. FuCK WITH ME. BITCH FIND OuT. SPIT SICK SHIT. LAP IT uP. IN THE SKY. LIKE LAPuTA. BITCHSPAÑOL. DO YOu SPEAK. DIE SQuIRMING. Tu ERES WEAK. SuCK ME OFF. THROuGH MY SHORTS. LIKE MY STOCKS. AND KID ABORTS. BACK OuT NOW. OR LOSE SOME MORE.
fuck ok your flow is as jacked up as a roided out rugby star twenty pounds over the weight limit but damn if these arent tight as hell even evil dudes can spit straight fire i guess i listen and learn something new every day wax that fucked up and excessively gory lyrical my man
D STRI ON THE MIC. GETTING BITCHES WET LIKE A RuNNY DYKE. REP THE SHADES. AND THE CAPE. WHENEVER A BITCH CAN. THEN REWIND THAT MOTHERFuCKER HALF A LIFESPAN. GREATEST HITS. WHEN HE CLOCK A SuM BITCH. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TIL TEREZI THROWS FITS. HEY COOL KID. IS THIS YOu? ANSWER HOW YOu DO. LONG AS THE BITCH STILL CHEW. CALL IT COCK OuIJA. THE WAY I’M MAKING DICKS RISE. PuLLING uP ON YOu LIKE. LORD ME. “SuRPRISE!” POP OFF. LITTLE KNIGHT. BuT REMEMBER ONE KNEE. YOu MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE. BuT YOu’RE STILL A PAWN. THAT IS LIKE A FAVORITE FLEA.
Slam poetry escapes me.