disstrack
• Written by killermonkey
Pullin up on the street
Lowrider Rimbeatz
and Im here with the heat
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed
Freak
Speed
Get out my face
If you cant keep pace
This aint a race
Its a fire mixtape
If you wanna go fast
Get on the race track
Before this slow maniac
Decides to attack back
Happy little homeless guy
Thats from the outside
Bet you really wanna die
Scared on the inside
400 dollar bike
We might have to fight
I cant fight a dyke
That just aint right
When you gonna learn
It aint your turn
You had your time
Now its time to rhym
Momma must be proud with you doin lines
Coke head son makes her wanna grab a gun
Losin friends?
Must feel like the end
Of bein on top
And it aint gonna stop
Downhill slide and your with for the ride
Dont be surprised when you look back and cry
Remember what you had
A mom
A grandma
A sister
And a pad
Where you could crash
You gave it up just like that
You burned it to ash
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killermonkey
Member since November 2 2014