Hard to read,
Blank face,
Scribbles on the notebook grow the trees,
Grow the cash,
Then it has to get shook switch up after a
duo complete burnt rubber,
Two heads a fleet.
The seamen jump ship,
Pop hips faster than old folks last bitch
lacked yolk cracker pass the cheese
bitches pass the knees eyes lock like the
muscles play freeze.
A bar tells a tale,
But the drink spills all walk up to the face,
Try to stand tall bitches get slapped up,
Foes get clapped silent kill,
The clap prevent if you flapped.
Rap should be called AP lit testing
comprehension,
Misdirection gets you lit meanwhile we
fucking up daughters lips all coz you tried
to say we weren't sick.
Second one,
Shed the shadow like a hedgehog speed
lacing tree,
Fill up room with fog irritable child,
Tired of the slow pace schools choking
hope,
For geniuses no place.
Come first place,
With rhymes dropping code lines sniper in
my head,
Place were it don't shine foundation comes
quick then spirals on up why hit the book
when I can hit clubs up.
Never mind conflicting messages,
When the message ends it'll be clearer
than if the evidence was just "send" his
cooking rhymes faster than his pulling
crimes levying pavement on the foes like
some fine.
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