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Somebody might get killed to this
'Twere well
angled for mine eyes, caught the water though not
I cant fall in love with a stank ho
Got racks in the the ceiling that old
Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps
O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
How many times did you ride?
Commend them and condemn them to her service
live, forget to drink after thee.
Them rocks big, bitch my Glock big
Im from the gutter , aint no changing
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
And Imma
And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?
I fuck your bitch if I wanted to
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
You tattletale, informant
Which dances with your daughter?
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
Im alive cause I dont give a fuck
Ill still leave your ass stinking, nigga
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
I need a rari, an Enzo
And Imma get it
yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
Issa, issa, issa... Issa
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
Yeah, I fucked your baby mama and her sister
Thats my old ting , issa TBT
O, what may man within him hide,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
I dont even play with peoples kids, go play Battlefield
Ay, but mildly.
I dropped my main ho and my side bitch now they mad
Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,
Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest
When the tongue's office should be prodigal
The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
My gang don’t play we gon’ beat you down like vinny
I would most gladly know the issue of it.
Why you slipping, pussy boy
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
To speak before your time. Proceed.
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
Shhh, Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions,
What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,
Money falling like confetti
Hundreds talk
And we got them choppas, aint no fightin
Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah
And I went platinum, still in the hood
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Whole bunch of killas and they screaming out, Blah
Free Soulja Slim nigga, free C Murder
A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth!
Keep an FN in my Cullinan
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
Have I deserved at your highness' hands.
Im with Draco cause he quiet til he hit you in the jaw
I be in the kitchen whippin white, iCarly
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
This is America
Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
Jesus, please speak to me, I need some reason
We throw bullets, not chairs
Good queen!
I read up on all new assassins
By hand, nigga
Yea, are you so brief?
Lot of extended clips
Conduct me to the queen.
The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
Savage Mode II
O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
Youll see the signs coz its all aligned
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
Im in Hollywood hills with a shoota
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
Most notedly, sir.
We dont talk about it, we shotters

Somebody might get killed to this

'Twere well

angled for mine eyes, caught the water though not

I cant fall in love with a stank ho

Got racks in the the ceiling that old

Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps

O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!

How many times did you ride?

Commend them and condemn them to her service

live, forget to drink after thee.

Them rocks big, bitch my Glock big

Im from the gutter , aint no changing

He will allow no speech, which I do guess

And Imma

And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?

I fuck your bitch if I wanted to

Or else a hovering temporizer, that

Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

You tattletale, informant

Which dances with your daughter?

Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace

Im alive cause I dont give a fuck

Ill still leave your ass stinking, nigga

Of this fair couple, meets he on the way

I need a rari, an Enzo

And Imma get it

yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown

That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;

Issa, issa, issa... Issa

And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

Yeah, I fucked your baby mama and her sister

Thats my old ting , issa TBT

O, what may man within him hide,

Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

I dont even play with peoples kids, go play Battlefield

Ay, but mildly.

I dropped my main ho and my side bitch now they mad

Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,

Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed

I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun

not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest

When the tongue's office should be prodigal

The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,

My gang don’t play we gon’ beat you down like vinny

I would most gladly know the issue of it.

Why you slipping, pussy boy

Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains

The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,

To speak before your time. Proceed.

And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade

Shhh, Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie

Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions,

What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?

bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,

Money falling like confetti

Hundreds talk

And we got them choppas, aint no fightin

Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do

Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah

And I went platinum, still in the hood

Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,

Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

That presses them and learns them first to bear,

Whole bunch of killas and they screaming out, Blah

Free Soulja Slim nigga, free C Murder

A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth!

Keep an FN in my Cullinan

Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

Have I deserved at your highness' hands.

Im with Draco cause he quiet til he hit you in the jaw

I be in the kitchen whippin white, iCarly

Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.

This is America

Mark'd you his lip and eyes?

Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;

But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines

Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,

The appellant in all duty greets your highness,

Jesus, please speak to me, I need some reason

We throw bullets, not chairs

Good queen!

I read up on all new assassins

By hand, nigga

Yea, are you so brief?

Lot of extended clips

Conduct me to the queen.

The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,

Savage Mode II

O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,

Youll see the signs coz its all aligned

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow

Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;

You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,

Im in Hollywood hills with a shoota

I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,

Most notedly, sir.

We dont talk about it, we shotters