Bonds n' Ties 1st verse
• Written by TwoOneEight
Sloppily Poppin shots at cops
I rap snap crackles n my speakers til the bass pops,
Rockin the game hips hoppin,
Gotten Ill rhymes lost in,
The musical ceremony,
Lyrical skill got me married to the game,
Holy matrimony soul sellers now lonely,
Managers told me no deal,
Now I'm shut out lookin to seal,
The deal that was never made,
Tryna blow up like a grenade,
Bandage the game bring it back to sane,
Fuck all dem bitches lookin up to lil wayne,
He's their captain his rhymes they take bathes in,
I'ma pop caps in your Cap'n crunch,
Fry his body now there's your brunch,
Have the raisen brand for lunch,
As I'm raisen brands I'm crazed atlast,
Considered dangerous hoes remove your pants,
Lemme feel dat ass more than glance,
That ass itself shatters glass,
Santa Claus applauds the applause,
2 hoes on pause 1 on fast foward,
Tryna hop the border,
Packin gats in a red bag lookin like a horder,
Camo pants guns n all lookin like a soldier,
A boulder bolder than an honorable mention,
Dishonable tensions stretching rhythm catching questions,
Looks like you missed you kidergarden lessons,
I'm surpassing you in every way imaginable,
Cmon try n gamble with me for your wife n two cattle,
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014