Freestyle #2
• Written by Blake1
Let's go
Man you and your whack rap again
Why don't you explain
My rhymes hit you harder than a train
To bad you have no brain
I eat you up, spit you out
You know what i am all about
No pain no game
Thats my nickname
All the haters fall back
Or else ill attack
Those are my last rhymes im out
I gotta hit the route
Till i shoot my 44 mag
Then put you in a body bag
I wont put you in a grave
Ill leave you out to rot
With all the other mother fuckers i popped
They all drop dead when i walk down tha block
i popped so many that i own tha streets
everywhere i go theres always hoes
lookin for doah, they all look at me like im a joke
but i show them when i pop them
they run away scared as hell
they all scream and yell
now they know who i am
im the mother fucker that wrote this in pen
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Blake1
Member since October 13 2014