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spittin is my game and kirkman is my name.
just rdin down the street with my 9, its all the same.

my chain is around my knuckles.
and your on the top turnbuckle.

your on the ground bleedin and pleadin.
beggin me to not kill you, what p***y, i might as well shoot you.

i wasnt really feeling myself when i did that rhyme, i should have waited till another time.

screw a c**k meat sandwich, ill c**k it back and go out blarin.
ill smoke you, you think you dope but that aint you.

you wearin earings, you can be gay but im shinin.
i be gleamin when the beams hit me all the hoes at my feet worshipin me.

i stack up and knock down lego brick walls.
you look like humpty dumpty havin a sick fall.

pack some heat, before rollin down my street.
i got straped with a ak, walk out and let it rip, watch as the blood drips.

ill make meat strips outta you, i be gleamin, while you a foo.
pack some heat, watch your back cause when i get to you, you aint comin back

Yeah, while you're busy dissin the rapper above
I got ya moms booty oiled down, and i'm slappin it up

b***h stay callin me, beggin me, askin to ******** came 5 times,yet...She still doesn't think that was enough

So I went an extra 12, like a rabbit in lust
Finally splattered my stuff, after i damaged her muff

Now im like "Get me a ******** sandwich, ya slut
and clean ya crib, it looks like a ******** african hut"


LOL....This was fun.

hits to ya dome have ya packin ya bag's and runnin home
take you on alone and claim all that you own
street's, thread's, titles, i dont need a beat, best believe
sly slick and wicked like a thief, ya wonderin who, b***h me
who gon take you out ***** that be what im about
if it's a feast ya want, than open wide ill whip it out
in a quickness, in a swiftness, with the devil as my witness
i aint cocky, i just know u aint about the business
call ya niggas call ya biggest, geared up with pec's
watchem run like bitches once i bring out the tech
giant like andre homie thats a joke of many sort's
cuz seein what u got you small, ***** you too short
you call that competition ese check your composition
it's intuition, im killin u niggas with my line like i was fishin
im ballin, im swishin, bangin your b***h a**, im double fistin
when im done with these bar's youll be MIA, in the dark twitchin
wishin, ya had what it took to come close to takin me
ya wanna but you aint gonna cuz u aint got what it takes G
ya cant, see, ya wont, be, close to me not even 2 or 3
like a 1 ***** i won now get the ******** out you wont hear a please
a young C, a young B, i dont give 2 ******** what you be
ya rep green but you aint on that scene, ya slower than mike jones rappin on Promethazine
but ya stay beat like a b***h addicted to methamphedamines
niggas know what i mean? this fake a** stunna aint got hope
rappin like he bout it but we all know he stay broke

Many call me OG while some call me Villain//
Ill make u work hard like a c***k olympic gymnist//
millions call you little, and a couple will say puppet//
The couple are the kids who be watching them muppets//
I control your b***h a**, Im the pupeteer//
You obey every word from me that you hear//
If this b***h wants beef, ill feed him tommorow//
How about a MAC in his mouth that I brought from mcdonalds//
If it aint good enough Ill make some french meal//
a couple of SLUGS to be served that will seal the deal//

No hate biggrin

(oh yeah I re-read this and it sounded hella homo... so work = him slanging for me and i get all the money he works for and i boss his a** around xd )

4 lines would be enough, if you dropped a thousand bars
Puppets like LilMC...but without the heart. I'm
sick of the lies that you recite when there's no fight left inside ya
all these writers turn v****a and won't even stryke the sryker...