Lucid...boy
• Written by Barrybondz
I dont get writers block, get sun stroke? nah
I'ma fighter with no gun cocked getting ya jaw dropped
reinventing rap law, the flows been flawed like 50 flopped
Blending these rhyme schemes, white boy been dreaming
Dick tighter than your girls toy got her pussy creaming
Lucid the necromancer? creepin on chicks like a prancer
Hes a flaccid cancer being bested by me the fucking answer
Whos the warlock now...bitch? Haha ooo who are you?
Your rhymes is weak, tin mans heart needs some lubrication
Fucking geek, sin city shits real, you need bullet penetration
You ain't got nothing on me I'm just big brother
Little bro getting the third degree gon go tell mother
This guy wants to battle, hes soft spoken when its crunch time
Get him his baby rattle, hes off chocking at the punchline
Talkin coffins? im scoffin at the sight of your verse
Maybe im just laughing, afterall Im walking over you ina hearse....
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Barrybondz
Member since June 9 2014