Role Models
• Written by JaySketch
submerged in a shark tank,
my skin's soft, but bars ain't,
I ball hard and ya'll fake,
recalled car with false brakes,
thats the way I behave,
C'mon whore, you know I'd hate,
to leave you with a heartache,
and back pain, after a date,
but I gotta run, gotta gun,
shit rappers who coppin some,
but haven't got a lot done,
that's why I keep on poppin em,
with my loaded shotgun,
like do! do! do! whatcha gonna do?
blaow! blaow! blaow! what now bitch,
leave your boy dead and yours friends like 'how?',
Shit,
I'mma plow through you,
rude how I'll do you,
come to your show and get the whole crowd to boo you
(Beat Stops, Booing Sounds)
then after you walk your ass off a the stage,
I'mma blow past everybody with a grenade,
rearrange your face proceed to blast off into space,
I'm not the only one remaining unaware of his race,
look at uncle ruckus and fuck it while I'm on the subject,
no matter what color ya are your still dumb bitch,
dumping out slugs and you can hear the thump hit,
have pedestrians around you like run run shit,
I ain't even finished unloading one clip,
zipped up body bags, ya get ya head split,
sent uncle ben back to aunty may,
dead with no dick,
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JaySketch
Member since April 7 2014