school
• Written by KingTudor
welcome everybody watch me lean back sitting. study buddy while I get a little muddy dirt on my clothes blood on my hands isn't that it goes but who really knows as my flow slowsfrom the cold a bold new way for getting oldmusic sold the story may have already been told
rolled the dice and lost twice isn't it nice the bitches hearts are cold as ice but they learned from the best who would guess they would invest dump truck. unloaded on your chest every little thing. a test in the west no time for rest north of the river deliver a whole new test
so another step taking no longer faking the hating or underratin those who made from the bottom homeless but who would a taught em cds. who would bought em not em a Eminem. a pick a pen or iphone. feels im jotting all these rhymes alone with no but has. a a
sittin in multi million dollar home i know he earned. it and its none of my business to be concerned. with the shit but fuck a duck brother my mother abandoned me and even though I love her I need. to find another way to live if im making any sense
I repent not making dents turn the corner jump the fence what am I saying im praying tomorrow came and went i ain't playing this dismaying. Playing spin instrumental the temple of doom headquarter the devil several settle understanding the special wrestling demons stepping out to screaming
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KingTudor
Member since February 28 2016