Real Sounds
• Written by CSL
CSL's Notes
1st single off of Real Sounds EP. 3 minutes of straight bars
Little faggots backed up in the trap house
Watch what you say or get cracked in the mouth
My damn career has gone nowhere but south
Used to have to look up the meanings of my lines
Now its self explanatory and captures your minds
Bars tighter than a fucking sprained ankle
You're the ones who dissed my shit ain't you
Well little faggots I thank you
Cause I'd be nothing without you
I started off fucking doubtful
Now these lines are a mouthful
Little ho got the crack from sucking some dicks
Now she got a fucking house made of bricks
But i tied her up and released my rage
So i walked out the house with a 12 gauge
I pulled the trigger let that fucking blood spray
Pulled out a nine and a fucking AK
Walked in the bank said its fucking pay day
Fuck all these crazy thoughts that i make
I'd rather go on a blind date
With a blind bitch with some long hair
And kick the bottom of her fucking chair
When can i prove to u that i don't care
When I fuck with happiness and laugh at fear
Cause you will never scare this dear share of..
Emotion that is sticky like syrup
I told u faggots just grow a pair of
Balls, quit acting tough your shits small
Big talking pussys but their dicks small
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CSL
Member since August 4 2014