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Tw1sted Flows (Freestyle)
- Born and unfortunate, this rhyme makes me a rap and poet, I don't give a flying ,
- these rappers are not dope, carry exactly most as family is gold. I'll give you fricken
- nightmares, scare you into heimers, I don't give a crap, I'm faithful because of that,
- my Christinaness has caused me to go over the fricken edge, fell asleep on the couch,
- because Mary is a little witch. My raps have left me sad and duct, I need a counsellor,
- because this stuff is dumb. If I could go back to 2004 and ask for a retake, I'd take
- that scrap, David Torrez is back and now, he's way more PSYCHOPATHIC than he
- was anytime, so scrap your first line, and kill the second line. Broken is much more
- spoken, needles are much more smoked in, and drugs are bad because broken,
- dreams and reality are pretty much a bad smoking experience, my medicine is
- overdue, the pill bottle says "expire", and before I die today, I just wanna say, screw
- the guy who decided to hit my dog, and screw the evil spirits that made my uncle
- have that stroke, you &@&?!dogs are dope. I'm coming with the pope, he's mad as
- hell at me for making a non commercial single, "How the hell is Armed Records gonna
- cut my brakes loose?" I'm the only homie in their boss crib, that can hold a breath
- for 40 words, and still have regrets. I'm more than before, the crib was a curse, I'm bad
- with my verse, screw your dumb purse, its black like a iPad, when it gets crushed and
- dirty, and Mariah's still suing. Mariah Smith, I'm very sorry, the music got to my head,
- and before I go to bed tonight, imma write to you and Uncle Thight, my music must
- be sick, because Ericas very sick. As much as I would hate to say this, he's gone and
- we can't change that, those goddamn birds in the black sky, know how got so fricken
- high, so summarise, Mariah, set down that pen, Driver, go slit your wrists, Uncle, I love
- you still, and Erica, you owe this verse, lay it down like a purse, and spit your worst
- verse, and hope in the $@&@$future, some dope little G doesn't try to own me,
- let's take these MC's down, and lay down the laws, lets go!!
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