Kill You (Freestyle)
• Written by Sasquatch
You don't, wanna fuck with Sasquatch
Cuz Sasquatch, wanna fucking kill you
I'm hiding in the night, staying out of sight
Getting paid tonight, my pound of flesh is quite
Delicious, hold it while i bang ya misses
Give her the dick of her dreams, by her own admittance
Her ass on my lap, thats some real addition
Im taking her home for some real revision
Television, programming all this shit in your mind
And you're living life as time flies by
This countries leaders are whack, can you riddle me that?
It's a full front attack, on everything we have
Fight back, differentiate yourself from the mass
Or, suffer the wrath, of the ruling class
It's like a, pissin' match, with a poor old chap
Who doesn't, like the fact, that we're better than that
Get original, by the time im done ill be mythical
Ill be criminal, I will fuck your life in one syllable
This aint' typical, passing through the visible lines
Of space and time, where they wine and dine
All I, need is my grind, pen, page, and a rhyme
And it defines everything about my future designs.. shitt
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Sasquatch
Member since February 19 2015