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Sep 2015
Lord of the Rings,
pinning Kingpins
then Kinging-kings,
Mexi-can
and some can't
you stand a slump chance
peripheral vision, no glance
B-boy stance, more ***** than lance
I'll battle your whole camp,
blowing your speakers, Amp'd
revamped, and clamp't
now i'm stepping over you tramps,
those silly rants, got you stamp'd
for getting carried away-
u can't see my BARS- this ain't Saint Patrick's day.
ever since i started rapping this way,
ya'll flows start'n to look like paper mache
I made so much REAL, paper today, but
these Cheeseheads playing keep away, holding this Green Bay Packer at Bay, they ******* up the play, like a rain delay, feeling like putting the refs, to rest, for the rest of the day.Either way, my pocket's Fannie May, and the Lambo feel Cray, so like Sandro, they go pay, top dollar, no topay. I treat BARS and money the same way-  up-up and away- so quick, you'd think I'm saving the day. But i'm no HERO, I dont swing that way. Villian on scene, looking for a fight. I Wonder Women- when they see, My D.C. then left Superman all ******, for acting tight. i guess that make me a Cript -tonight.
Styles
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