raw-er

RON ( not my type )

finish him

dudes talking out their neck like they gotta stoma-blowin smoke all i heard was some bullshit aroma. cant even fuck with me if you aint even got your diploma, jus like nobody can fuck with t.o.-that boy stayed flexin in a coma. the people wanted beef were a bunch of barbarians, call your group hybrid you went green two little vegetarians. boy im the man- man your a boy, jus like everybody else next thing you know you'll be inked up with a koi.

wont bring you luck -better change your ways, coons don't like you-you your human an there the strays. i don't even know the kid-but im laugh if you say im hating, anticipating his creating in my coffin ill be waiting . no im not getting at jrose-this aint what its about, finishing what you started gwen steffani no doubt. changed a lot for the better changed a lot like the weather, bitch you aint raw you softer than your grandmommas sweater. tell her to call back (ha) on some tyga shit, king me liger see jrose hangs with a lota girls andrew gieger shit. but ronny boy you slipping like your voice is such a train wreck, get on alvin an the chipmunks sound track you'd fit it perfect. im well done but far from over-dont quote me boy im far from sober, dracula scary october-callin get called out an closed lined red rover. im not ya daddy giving lessons nor ya preacher speaking blessons, talked veggies im on it like dressing- why you mad bro im jus messing call me dr suess but i aint got flo no progressive, yeah i can see you got some but it still aint impressive. lord forgive me for my sins in god i trust, alleys swaggin on me an ron her numbers higher than the both of us.

better not step aint my brother no brennan, i don't promote piece leave you in pieces john lennon. body bag-ya ever seen one, no ya relatives don't count but don't think that don't mean nothin