Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
advance floorplay that's how these fourplay money, power, respect, thats my forte lifes a ***** that's what my dog say. i walk the talk- don't listen to Beyond-says karma busy gettin that foreplay while finishing first, . seems to be my forte. life goes around, and it **** around, been waiting all day. i expect the same around fourty these dudes don't measure up my spit game slicker than WD-40 turn a grown man to a shorty i'm even first in 1st class, the view is excellant serving these fools, I'm a lyrical savant if i'm talking about the keys, i could be trippin I frequent flyer miles, so i must be trippin i'm frequently flyer, now that's advertising! And they still won't give a nikka credit, how surprising! took it like a grain of salt, now the steaks is meszmerizing sipping Moet over the rocks, appalachians me myself and my iphone uniting nations they just hope its Opuss, with your hokus pukas you can point fingers, just don't poke us I fear no one, cause life ain't a fear they still criticize god, so I'm fair ground speak it into to manifest, let got then handle the rest, with fanase and since i got a heart of gold, all i do is treasure chest.
0
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
styles Freestyles
advance floorplay that's how these fourplay money, power, respect, thats my forte lifes a ***** that's what my dog say. i walk the talk- don't listen to Beyond-says karma busy gettin that foreplay while finishing first, . seems to be my forte. life goes around, and it **** around, been waiting all day. i expect the same around fourty these dudes don't measure up my spit game slicker than WD-40 turn a grown man to a shorty i'm even first in 1st class, the view is excellant serving these fools, I'm a lyrical savant if i'm talking about the keys, i could be trippin I frequent flyer miles, so i must be trippin i'm frequently flyer, now that's advertising! And they still won't give a nikka credit, how surprising! took it like a grain of salt, now the steaks is meszmerizing sipping Moet over the rocks, appalachians me myself and my iphone uniting nations they just hope its Opuss, with your hokus pukas you can point fingers, just don't poke us I fear no one, cause life ain't a fear they still criticize god, so I'm fair ground speak it into to manifest, let got then handle the rest, with fanase and since i got a heart of gold, all i do is treasure chest.
Styles
Written by
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem