Taylors

You-niggas-

 

Actin like you chill but you never gonna understand what it

means to be "ill", what it means to be real you don't spit you just spill, while

I shit on your skill, and you sit and you feel like your it but yo shits just another

typical bullshit rap, so full of shit just tap, out get smacked and your back out

on the slab of the side walk, with your ass on the crack in the concrete, feet

in the street-

 

See me i'm the king, bow down, kiss the ring, mother fucker it's

me, always been, meant-to be, your bent in the brain, to spent-to see, I vent

on the pain, you vent about me and i'm never gonna see, eye with you sleez,

try to eye what i seek, might go blind from the light that I cast, from fight of

my last night, so bright that the last died-

 

 

Cast from my blast to the next life-

So fast with my rap that you're tonge tied, untie my chains and you will die.

Look why?

Cuz I

Am back

On my laps, i'm wack on my raps you slack the attack can't match

what I spit so fast, blast off feel the wiplash, ace up my sleeve,

it's a "trick-stash"--bitch- got a sick snatch, bitch-trying to snitch snatch, my

cash and stuff it in her bra strap, hoe gonna get slapped, better tell her get

back, gonna get a pit pat every time I rip rap, write a line n riddle that, gonna

Grasp my grind and I fiddle back, pass my time with a little rap, cross this

line and you widdle back, woddle back, damn shouldda thought of that but I

got it back, now you're in a body bag, get to God on that.

 

 

Gonna start with this, lets see what you got, serve a real dish, cuz your shit

like a thot, just a "thrill" bitch, but she not close to a real bitch, gonna mess

with me, need some real shit cuz for now your a krill fish, I bow and

you feel this, now i'm out gotta throw this fish back cuz I killed it, shoulda

stood still bitch, might of lived another day to feel shit, feel this, naw cuz

you're dead bitch.