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Love shouldn't be a battle but all we do is fight 
when I think I'm the only one some other guy arrives 
Then he pops up in your DMs and tells you that your fine 
But I'm giving you my love, he can only give you likes 
On instagram and Facebook and Twitter and snap chat 
And you're sending him snaps of 3 seconds of how your *** fat
Hoping that the time is too short for him to screen grab that 
But if he was beside you I'm pretty sure he would grab that 
Another guy on your whatsapp everyday he tells you whatsup
You say I'm good and he asks for nudes and you tell him to shut up 
But why would he when his friend has told him that your ****** up 
Now your nudes have gone viral every day a new boy pops up
So you have lost respect for yourself and they have lost respect for you 
Now everyboy is asking for nudes cos that's all they expect from you 
And girl, you know I'm here for you, I'm the only guy who would treasure you 
I'll break necks for you I'm right next to you if you run I'll be after you
On instagram he likes every of your photo 
Then you get excited when he asks you for a follow 
Cos your friend said he's fine and he drives his parents car 
Money is not the root of evil, bad friends are 
Now he's chatting you up tells you you're always on his mind 
Soon he says let's meet up come hop into my ride 
You're still not back home and it's the middle of the night 
I was with your mum, she never slept she only cried 
Two days later in the evening by five 
The police knocked on the door asked if they could come inside 
They told your mum you weren't missing but you died 
My only wish is that you listened to all of my advice
Reverse back to the verse
I throw ya in you cursed
Watch me put them rhymes in a hearse
Sound the eulogy
Cuz none get next to me
Im swift as bruce lee
Kicks hard like Chung Li born in 83
Add the 4 more ya get *******
Im crazier than Cujo these putos
Dont want it on the mic
You aint murderin nothin'
but ya own sight
I brailled ya envision changed your decision
Whatin' n guessin' a prediction?
Is it me or is it the way the
Way my rhymes please ?
Bow to ya knees
I make the crowds freeze
Even ya fans say bless you! when i sneeze
I bet you still wear dungerees or high heels with tight capris
I thought ya heard  im the rappin' don Shapiro
Shine n spin  around haters like disco
Sip old school Sisqo hit the blunts slow
Let the smoke meditate my mind flow
Learn how to grind ill put  ya on a flat line
Resuscitate your rhymes just to put you back on the flat line
Searchin' for the light im dolemite
My game **** tight know how to write
When ya step to legend im gifted
Young black n hung
I keep ya lifted
Got hoes on the tip of they toes
Just to hear suave flow
Pockets of dough
Thats how it goes
Pistol cocked to ya nose
Ya thoughts are froze i suppose
Dont redeem ya self
My rhymes hittin' so hard
Made the minds deaf
Cuz when ya try to diss me ya diss ya self
The microphone murderer
Aint never left !!!!

Yo everyboy gather around
Hand me the crown
Cuz ya know im King of the ****
My NY freestyles stay lit
TEXAS is where i reign
Home of the ******* up clique
This life i live aint no ****** puzzle
Tryin to figure me out gets gun to ya muzzle
Dont meddle in my ****
Spinnin' out the wombs
From cradle to my tomb
Im hittin' ya curves that go straight
Flows penetrate so hard make girlies mind  *******
Who can relate?
To my skills raws as ever
Goin' in with my raw potato skin
Bust my nut then i leave em blowin in the wind
If ya a hater i gotta mack 10
Extra clips on my hips ****** done then i dip
Listen closely to the story being told
I wont grow old never will i fold
Platinum or Gold knots
check the tic toc
My money on clockwork  
rolex watch
Worth 50 gran an on the other hand
Is the microphone
Turn the amps up mic up
Leave crowds minds blown
From nut being shown my tone
Is laid back these nigguhs
Spittin' is wayyy wack
While you pushin' Honda im in a Maybach
No frills only the real i spit so you can feel
Givin' head aches to radio station
Cant tune me out im like exacerbation
Crush my opponent everytime he bust a rhyme
They give up even before they heard mine
Intimator from dope originator
Now im the terminator eliminator
Showed up yo party they still didnt play ya
Im old school fool soul filled with blues
Leave my competitiors on front line news
It goes a little like this
This is a replica of a Chris this aint a diss
But an address
To you punks who wanna **** around
With the master of this ****
Duck quick or these rounds will put you in the ground
Flat line..........
PK Wakefield May 2012
hurts with a sugar,mouth,and moon
under who
a little creeps
girls with fire like skin
and bodies (oh and what)
girls with
                    electric

felt in their shook full
hips

            where lays

                        everyboy

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