Don't break the CYPHER

god dam 91
we were just having fun
with a gun?
and i gatta run?
i wish i knew a pun.
she was like hun.
and i'm gangsta
 
ya'll spittin lines cuz you think ya'll hard,
your grows and shit, take a look at my yard,
my shit might not rhyme with the one before me,
all i fuckin know is ya'lls shit can really bore me
 
your rap is boring meeeeeee
so now i think i have to peeeee
going to ma bathroom, open the door
you and your plants dying on the floor.
 
I think joker is funny, i wanna hear some more,
i just keep laughin till my shit hits the floor,
hes seein dead plants right inside his door,
come on little joker give us a little tour
 
well i see you on the floor,
i say you need some help?
your must be a whore
cause you said "make me yelp"
dam my raps are gettin worse,
could have been that weed
causes memory loss of course

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causes memory loss of course
 
joker this was fun, joker its all yours,
im headin outta here gotta do some daily chores,
ill be back and youll here my name,
till i get back, keep spittin your game.

:joint::blsmoke:
 
Ive been lookin' around this site for a while
I work hard for my grow, hikin' miles
The police be chasin me for days
but hey, I cant complain because I got some Haze
 
not sure if i can possibly tame
my game, because it's so insane
high here low there,
i know it's not fair
but i don't care
don't stop to stare
move on and grow your own
maybe one day, you to can pwn
 
my closet overgrown, so i blaze to the dome
three blunts in hand, as i roam
not sure if im at school, work or home
cuz im so fuggin high, i just know im gowne
 
yo im broke dog and god damn it im hungry
and its early as fuck so dont step to me
but they say the early bird.. gets the earth worm
time to step out back while someone else takes a turn
 
Step back, take a breath, let a GRITS have a turn...
grab a wooler and a light and let that fucker burn.
Yeah, motherfucker, so you came up with some scrill,
But wouldn't get me any tabs, whats the fucking deal?
It started with a closet then took over the whole house,
we got money growing on trees, but no drugs for my mouth.
 
my house is the shit man, and its way down south
up in the cut, and quite a ways out.
There's dirt in the carpet and trim on the floor
and a strange orange glow from up under the door,

However...

My neighbors are a special breed of asshole rednecks,
they get too many packages (mostly from fed-ex)
But i don't sweat it none cause they in the game too,
I see 'em sign for each one and know exactly what they do.
 
(ooh, this is fun...)
Shit, man, did I say MY house was the shit?
I mean, uh, my friend's house... my house is legit.
My house loves jesus and votes for bush,
and that funky-ass smells is my FRIEND growin' kush.
 
bitch id get you your smack and we could do what we do
but you aint got no paper, your just talking some hoodoo
that pussy be tight but im immune to voodoo
bring me some cheddar and get ya a stack of them blues
 
Then get me some smack, bitch, or I'll smack you right back bitch
ain't talking bout a love pat on yo back either bitch.
I think you're all talk with a eight-inch dick walk
that hides who you really are, bacon-ass cop.
 
goatamine be cock-blocking, shit talking, funny walking, ho stalking, big deal balking...
I think he might be payroll.

while I'm busy body-chalking, hustlin-strugglin, fast talking, trying to get my money right while keeping operations tight,
I'm just in it for the bankroll.
 
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