and i keep bawling, but they bitches still yelling that im out-selling
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and i keep bawling, but they bitches still yelling that im out-selling
my chronic blunt raps get you higher than cheech and chong
high off second hand smoke from my double barrel bong
see the reason im always hustlin' is becuz i got a salary to earn
you cowards hatin cuz im runnin the block like i got calories to burn....
hahaha thats whats up
like Allergies i Disturb, strip ya naked like Adam n Eve n the begginin of the Earth
the best? admittin its is dirt the defendin' of my verse
and see the king back so its the beginnin of the curse
hititn where it hurt's kill ya sittin by a computer
dude say the ridin rims they pushin scooters, dirt wordz on the block shootin ruggers, talkin to girls on the computer you dudes are loser, ya'll nigga continued to get burn like old drug abusers
u got a ruger? well thats the Rumor, my few words with remove herbs from there computers user, switch as i hit ya lip
dont loose tha grip, for you slip, watch me while ripp.
my STYLES SICK, While ya style Stinks like Piles a shit
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Originally Posted by chunkz
swinging bars real far i gat miles ta hit!
Like am tha illist mc, be tha shit that they spit
dont be quick to claim sickness/
if you cant properly weave words, u remain stichless/
i pitch-this rap as u struggle to hit-this,
i was born as a rapper so call the doctor as a witness