If she pissed on the lord of chaos
He prolly called her a gay ass
I'm way passed
the ordinary with files that's binary.
Auxiliary jacks,
Heavily weighed by MP3 empathy tracks.
Adore the folklore on all my heaven raps....
If she pissed on the lord of chaos
He prolly called her a gay ass
I'm way passed
the ordinary with files that's binary.
Auxiliary jacks,
Heavily weighed by MP3 empathy tracks.
Adore the folklore on all my heaven raps....
SkamPoe at instagram @kinghippoe
FOLLOW!!
roofie lucy coz her smile is goofy and she laughed when i asked if my trousers suit me
sometimes I just wanna throw out thunder, just to make you people wonder, a sunder burn like rubber get slashed like tires or iron to your neck
may i interject come conjecture i'm a lessonary ripper
body bag zip ya with no adlibs, just mos def and talib
I'm scar safe militant czar face take your faceoff for trying to home invade my place
Misunderstood from the hood but i rest in the burbs behind locked gates
Not santana but god got ladies open like his guitar case they love my long face
Never hear me singing lift every voice or amazing grace
Just trails of kush smoke that leads to homebase
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
They say I light up the room when I walk in.
Arsonist charge
soon as I dump the gas in.
I bask in
my Flammable styles
Y'all Locked in
my Pc
disposable files.
I pry open the door when I try holdin the sword.
I cut right thru the chord n made the puppet fall on the floor.
HipHop I'm loving it more
now that I know who's actin like a scandalous whore.
Yea
Ya don't want all of my fat holding U down.
Till the sound of bone breaking echoes all thru the town in surround sound.
Hands n feet bound
to the punishment post.
Hella nice when I'm aiming the toast.
I ain't one to travel but booze by the barrel at the most
Dangerous coast
Yea
South west of my state
Hollow side of my city
Keep a bundle of crack stashed under my titty.
I ain't Pun or Biggie
I'm Poe the witty
giggle at some silly
stuffed in a brown phillie.
SkamPoe at instagram @kinghippoe
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Ashes of bodies victimized in the clashes outbreak like rashes bullied students shooting up classes
Teachers lit cops never come the fastest blast this close range coach game on opposition he bangs
Like fists on doors piss on whores her man come beefing cock the double four pistol whip instead
Know he silently dead spaghetti head impact from the lead
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Dying crying for resurrection whole life wasted on waste a junkies reflection
Pipe smoking dirty needle dope in the blood perfection
I'm watching my weight deflate while your watching debates and elections
Sexing street hookers raw spreading infections
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
trump's common sense lacks a common core, looks like a condom that just busted even when i play my trump card shit gets decline hard like bankrupts just occured
It's real versus artificial artists hit em with artillery my manners the calmest calamity bombers
Bonkers like gangsters from Yonkers that run goods good riddance to goners
Your ghost like Tony and styles hovering above clouds drifting down haunting the crowds
Mind tricks from a Jedi knight that twist tops off like sprite then light the loud
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Beat me? Better chance of trying to fight a cloud
Despite my renown im acutally a modest guy no matter how i mightve just sounded leave bitches cum drownin n foes dumbbfounded...
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
No more allowance son you grounded my lyrics like Adele well rounded your a Stan fan so your girl let me pound it I made her squirt and the pussy farts should've heard how they sounded
While you were running errands blowing up her phone all dumbfounded
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
plagues the forte prompts the quarter got the lines laced like dimes
with silcone breasts, and other plastic assets akin to no steps taken
i like e'm natural with attitude coming down out that altitude
shit gets ruder than a chair shot to the dome piece
Life's short like bushwick used to stick figures to pay bills as a shorty looking out the project window
Back then the same pigs shoot to kill tears flowing the weed I'm blowing all natural no sniffing coke or popping pills how can these cats be artificial when the struggle is real connecting with my allies it's time to build
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
the minds a metal, i don't detect but push it back with a hammer and a nail. leave you build, broken and shut down by how i construct clowns
godfather pounds put cha down in dirt with fear from the sinestro corps
Pollute your wisdom like pork and pop her pussy like a cork
You food dude dig your eyes out with a fork moving bundles of joy like a stork
Who the fuck influenced your rhyme source? Your bars pure baloney only it sounds forced
Talking bout pounds they'll think you got your head kicked in by a horse
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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