Bust a Rhyme

I don't give a fuck.. never gave one...In the streets with a hand gun..drinking, thizzing just trying to have fun , smoking fire ttill I expire //money is my desiree..i though you knew this.. and if you didn't now you do bitch .don't act clueless .
 
Dont act Clueless dont act dumd.. With that 40 Cal I'm ruthless drop the hammer with my thumb..smoke till my face is numb..till tha blunt is gone..then i put out tha roach and light up another one
 
@Iloveskywalkerog (to continue the smoke cypher for our fire ass mixtape/collaboration)

to ya mom's pussy sap,,, that shit i would double tap,,, her chin got a bit of that nut slap,,,

makin the ass clap

wont ya say ole chap

boy ill give yall a dirt nap

take 10 hits of crank then shit on yo flap jacks

and thats about that................(go on boi).........
 
Ok Now I'm ready..Guns heavy..But my hand steady..6 fly to chest with precision..slice threw your body like a Scalpels I ncision.. rip threw your organs..now your not so damn important..
 
I'm smoking on this blunt stay in high as hell..Selling that super loud to my clientele.Got a couple plants growing under CFLs..Hoping to have all females..I love it when my beautiful girls start stankin.. Got To tie them up so the branches arent breaking..Sticky as fuck resin glands dripping..Half of a blunt would have Method Man tripping
 
you know i squash it for fun got beef with you for the simple fact its fun,
fuck your guns ill grab my ball beat and beat ya till your tounge hanging out the side of your ear go home fuck my fgirl grab a beer go back and drop this lyrics until in your mind its seared and im geared up for the battle its no hassle for me to get loose take a shot and ill hit back all you hear is whoosh, just blew you away off the top of my head like any other day makeing your game look gay, your wanna be fame yet your allthe same spoutin the same bullshit and called it straight, its a joke why dont you go back to your little mommies and toke come back with real lyrics and dont choke....
 
i ride like a gangstar no wanksta make money off yo momz im banking she crankin my pole while we rollin down that dirt road , burnin one, moods set in you know how it goes, like snoop rollin sippin gin and tokin on that indo, you know my eye sittin down low, how low baby girl can you go get on your knees and dont tell just show..... dedicated to my ex homie !
 
back woods rollin ,,,, pistol grip showin,,,, one look at us n you know we aint bowling,,,, ha cuz with the ice we throwing you think it'd be snowing,,,,, so look out when you see me strolling,,,, we worse then the motha fucking pigs patrolling,,,, we pack more heat then the mother fucking crips that think we owe em,,,, im making niggas run faster then jessie owans,,,,
 
Where am i? What The fuck is going on?I'm feelin lost like I'm barely fuckin holdin on..i inhale deep..Exhale defeat..A freak in the sheets..And a monster in. bthe streets..come within 6 feet.. ill leave you Seizing as your body leaks..Hookers will fuck and fiends will tweek.. Dealers will Sale and savages will kill.. do it all at will.. Don't hesitate with the steel..If you got it they steal..Shoot it to your body is still..
 
I took first place. like I'm in a race. of course I'm going to win. but where to begin. How about starting with your girl and her friend.I'm so fresh.Your girl said she won't settle for anything less.Put me to the test. Guaranteed a. Hatas hanging off of every word I say. They drop and pray. For a flow like mine.It's divine. And it's time. To be this great.I'm off in space. I'm on the moon. I came too soon. You can't handle this.flow is bliss. Like when a child get his very first kiss.His very first love. Fly like a dove. All white scrubs. Because I'm Surgical. With that tool. I hit you every time. Bullets on a dime. Pull it it's a crime. But I handle mines. Let's do this pump up the volume.And if you got homies man go ahead and call them..But my homies already got em..I'm so true. Do what I do. You waving all them colors like it's something brand new.Start bustin at your crew. None left but you. One bullet left them bang I'm through.
 
Heil Hitler,,, Nail Schindler,,, Cost more then a finder bender,,,, holy Grail made of Stalin's glitter,,,,
Bailing out to treat minority kinda bitter,,, no one is fitter,,,, giving people more wood then a whittler,,,, cutting up more bitchies then the ripper,,,, im here to start making pol pot look like a quitter,,,


btw i think if Stalin and Hitler had a stash contest i think Stalin would win cuz there's probably vodka in that stash just saying
 
Strawberry chocolates with cannabutter..one bar i start to Stammer and stutter..the high is like no other.. but the bites are bitter with each piece i shutter
 
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
 
That Shit was wack yo !!!
Its true though. I melted down to big Hershey bars last night with a stick of cannabutter. Cut up some fresh strawberries and mixed in with it and then suck it all in a fridge in a mold. Got about 6 normal size Hershey bars out of it. Pretty damn potent.
 
I don't give a fuck.. never gave one...In the streets with a hand gun..drinking, thizzing just trying to have fun , smoking fire ttill I expire //money is my desiree..i though you knew this.. and if you didn't now you do bitch .don't act clueless .
wow that sounds like mac dre wrote that
 
My flow is so mellow.Like a green filled rello.I sell her down the river. I burn her when she shiver. I take the gold not the silver.Cuz when I play I play to win.And bitch I will say it again.I took first place. With a hand full of grace.Giving all you other rappers just a little taste.I'm just a little faced.No I'm gone.People pay top dollar for the shit that I'm on. But I get it for free. But that's just me.I'm coming at you fast. You're never going to last.Cuz when I get this Mike. I do it just right. Man I hate to tell you but it ain't that tight. Your pussy ass flow Since I ripped it last night..Now back to this. You shoot you miss. Guaranteed death. Take your last breath..Your house up in flames. I ain't playing any games. With the gangs That I claim.I put in mad work. Niggas in the dirt. Blood on my shirt. But I shot first.Man it's his. No wait its his kids. Look what I did. This what I does. Sorry can't stop murder give me that buzz..
 
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