Too Much Talk
• Written by Aravind
im a young god when the beat drop so yall be callin this detox
might pop some hoes fuckers mop the floors and i be runnin this shit like reebok
or adidas, im a fucking boss, so keep one eye on your sweetheart
cuz im kicking back on hawaiian beaches, man im to the point like a flyin dart
im with mittens im with kfpri these my brothers wanna pay my bail
ain no need watch me spit these bars like i chewed right through the prison cell
i told you boys you all looking frail, you kids just thought i was being mean
but imma leave you dead, and imma get more head, than a mother fucking guillotine
Please... joey crawford couldnt whistle me
bin laden beard seal team six couldnt missile me
stories of sinnrs wait on it aint prepared for the fire that thisll be
and if u doubt me, just come mess with me, and i pop pop pop, thats killing spree
im shaq diesel in his prime im sublime never innocent
see me drop these rhymes this brown devil must be heavensent
man the judge coming to give me life, but we BEEN shredding these documents
aint no argument who owns this place, just dont be late on the fucking rent
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Aravind
Member since March 27 2014