Untitled Song
• Written by NewAutomatic101
still workn 40 hours
for weed and 40 ounces,
and ill still serv u quicker
than orderin quarter pounders.
still my bills grow,
still distilled with ill flows
that kill slow,
untill u feel the skin peel slow.
im more sik than michael vick,
when hes fightin pits.
when lighting hits, i light a spliff
where the light is dim,
start writin shit, without typin scrpits,
unlike the shit u write, where your life unlikey fits.
when lifes a bitch , i fight to win....
thats when u see me inside your crib ,
beside your chic,,with me inside her ribs,
, it was videotape n she rewinds it quick
i never had to ask,,she just liked the risk.
i bone crush MCs , .....cuz i aint never scared,,
before i battle em ,, i tell em' good luck and
break a leg ...........like Kevin Ware.
im every where like im drunk off everclear
call me a fuckin rappin van go ,,with a severed ear
and a heavy beard ,,
-NewAutomatic101
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NewAutomatic101
Member since January 10 2018