 | My rhymes be Jurassical,
Madd authentic and classical,
Because my poetry,
It be like floetry,
And when I dropp lines you finna know it's me.
I'm on this beat,
And I'm ready to defeat,
It ain't nun you can do to change that,
You are hating *ss heffas fall back,
My rhymaes be straight flowing,
And you all b*tches can keep blowing,
You all wasting your time
Coming against me, sh*t sou can't rhyme,
Dam you sucking his d*ck like you addicted to the sh*t,
And all he wanna know is when he can hit,
Look at chu now you riding,
When all you should be doing is hiding,
Now go head think about that one,
Don't come at me tryna start somen,
I'll tear your *ss up, like it was a prenup,
And i won't stop till you get your head lumpd,
Now you sitting dea looking like Forrest Gump,
Straight retarded looking tail,
You dropped a line against me, I told your *ss you was finna fail.
Written by luvdat1stsite7
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