Little Rap

Back on top? Yep it's me again,
Stealing your crops, I don't need to offend
The cops just to get me pulled over,
All they see is the jet black Range Rover
Soon as i'm seen, i'm flashed with the spotlight-beam
I hope they don't hear the screeching scream
Coming from the tied up whore in the trunk
She was too stupid, the girl was bunk
Now i'm stuck here with at least three charges
The largest nug sitting on lap,
Scraps and sift covering the seat in the back,
I don't know what to do so I open the door a crack
Smack in my draws, the cracks in the hoon pack
I'm high and the pigs aren't gonna cut no slack
Shits wack, so I take my gun and run
Latino is my movement call me Big Pun
Cause I sped off and the pigs was stunned
They started firing shots, I wasn't giving two fucks
Ran from the po like a nigga from the Klu Klux
Shit this sucks, took the blunt from my lips
Took out the Bicardi, tried to guzzle some sips
Now i'm sorry as the conciousness slips
And i'm out and off to take some bong rips

You want some more? Round two has begun
I'll get this shit hot like the rising sun
You can't spell fun without the F and the U
So why don't you respect the flow that so few
Can really imitate my style so U-
Nique, I speak from the devil's seat
I spit flames and shit fire i'm elite
I smelled 'caine and shot dope i'm a feen
I get with that lactose to bubble that crack dose
So i guess that you could call me the DAIRY QUEEN

murdering shit right now.....

copy that, i dont attack,
I like steady smokin dro

and i be home from work, puffin hard fo-sho

I dont even, got warm feelins,
and its 90 in the grow

i be cold as ice, mass producin clones

and if i need it, i will seed it,
if new strains I do behold

and ill be smokin spice, everyday until im old

What's that? Victo is back
Rounding up bitches, and handing out smacks
It's a fact simply stated, i'm proven to be wack
Guns not on safety when i'm under attack
And yes i'm that nice guy with all the nugs
Last time i checked your bud it had lice and bugs
I threw it under the rug, not for a rainy day
That grimey clay that you said was laced with yay-
I knew it was mids by the abundance of seeds
The dumbness you sees, is the product of my intoxicating trees
Makes your eyes bleeds and your coked nose sneeze
Blowing out the white, insites a spraying
Delights decaying, as you need your next fix from satan
The lines captured you into spending your dimes and nicks
If that ain't addicting than your conviction won't be for kicks
Listen to me, stop buying the C with your money
You'd be better off buying my BHO honey

Im back on the crack!
Munchin mushrooms caps!
i dont need to chase,
I just chew and swallow stat!

just like yo momma did
i treat her like a kid
I say get on your knees,
and i tell her how it is

but pls dont get me wrong
im still steady puffin bong
even tho my dick aint long
im still beatin up these throngs


these crowds of perky bitches
Hot-cum-slutt little witches
then i kickem to the street
cuz im expecting other chickens

Kick a ginger day
Fuck that shit commin out with that 2ft machete
Kick yur doors in
Beat yur face in
Hit you so hard make your fuckin head spin
I don’t give a fuck if we was blood
But we aint so fuck your done
Put a clip in your face
Then bounce and run
Washin off my hands and ditch the gun
Ima kill u so hard u don’t even know
I hate u so bad cus u aint got no soul
If you got red hair and your hot enough
Guess wats up
Kinky shit
Talkin chains and whips
Latex, weird sex, fucked by six dicks
That’s how it is
You’ll die a whores death
All up in your shit then make u choke on jizz

oh and if u listen to it while playing the instrumentals to "ante up" by MOP it sounds way better. oh and if you are listening to this and you are a ginger im sorry but its just a song.......i hope you die though, i really really do....unless yur a hot chick in which case you can fuck me.....then i kill you. lol

wow yo name fuckin mastermind?
i'll smash yo fuckin head in wit the back of my nine
real talk cause i had enough of all ur stupid fuckin bullshit
no fakes aloud you punk fuckin bitch
talkin all that shit like u's hardcore
bitch i'll smack that fuck outta u, u dumb fuckin whore
n thats why yo shit don't even ryhme
quit wastin my time wit those dumb fuckin lines

........lol

Fake fucking killa
Frontin like he trilla
Pull out ya bitches butt
and nut on ya pilla
wipe my dick in her hair
tie her to a chair
let you come home
so you know how she got there
you think you smoke weed
but that aint shit but seed
put ya dick in ya bitch
and catch my disease

I dont even sweat!
steady poppin percocet
I always carry nines
even on my jets

dont worry crimes
aint even what i spec
i aint doin time for penny pushin little threats

im making grands instead
in the hundreds while i slept
i just keep pilein on, and I dont even really jest

im slicker than the rest
puttin bullets in your chest
Im only killin you
ill let my homies get the rest

you poppin percocet while i'm jackin yo fuckin jet
smoke weed everyday you can fuckin bet
sound like you pushin pounds around town
last i heard u was getting pounded by somethin brown
you's a clown, without wearin the make-up
you try so hard but you'll always be a fuck up
just tellin the truth homie always keep it real
cause you talkin shit when you don't even fucking know me
cut you up real quick and i don't need my fuckin homies

i dont need'em but i feed'em
thier loyalties thier freedom
they come across the line and i motherfuckin treat'em
with a 44 or 9 and some lime you'll never see them
cops will chalk it up to crime, but they know that it is me son

like weeds in the garden, they be popin up like pre-cum
and I mow'em all down, wid one eye open while im sleep'in
see i dont wear a crown but i mother fuckin lead'em
untill i fuckin die im cursing god until i see'em

ya know ya lines need improvement
it's irrelevent tho cuz imma bury you in cement
from the head up, fuck the rest
you gonna be on ebay lookin for bulletproof vests
this ain't a test, it's real life
n you're gonna need something bigger then a little pocket knife

banned from grasscity cause i feel no pity
emo kid posted he was gonna slitty slitty
flamed that bitch
nah it wasnt pretty
got banned the next day,
no message-no warning
made a new account in hopes of helping, not hurting
mods breathin down my neck
stifling my opinions
bitch ass name reformmaryjanelaws
and his minions
banhammer once more and now im fed up
new email account the site is bout to get shred up
jackal brashman on the scene with a real heated post
put that shit on every forum know im bout to roast
banned once more but my message was heard,
now im on rollitup.org
spreadin the word

true story hahaha. and if yall are affiliated with them i quess im getting banned again

hell naw we wont ban you!
just slap you on the back, an let you smoke just like a Sadhu

anything they can have, true
but only if they ask you
i spread the knowledge across the land
like Kung Fu: The Legend Continues

what it do roll it up, i got that fyre how bout you?
sittin sideways slurred with the crew, i don't slang that work, but I sell that blue.
you might catch me rolling through, sellin a sack n bumpin some tunez.
I got 4 12's in the back, blastin that thug shit n swervin too
cops pull me over I say whats up foo, they take my rights n gimme the boot.
I laugh about it n just snort a blue. I got a attitude and so does my boo.
im a beast n bed, but on the streets i tote that lead,
you never know whats goin on in my head, one minute we bros next minute you dead.
don't cross me wrong cause ill snatch that bread, act a fool with the tool you kno bangin crews.
you smoke that rock, then hit the block, i don't want no part of what you doin, so jus stop.
im from florida boy, you kno what it is, fly bitches everywhere i get it in,
you aint sellin work, you aint fuckin hoes, fuck boy i smell that mid on yo clothes,
i got that fire dro, that afghan stank, you betta kno that shit dank.
one hitta quitta n i be wildin out wit my white niqqas,
i be in the trenches makin that cheese, 2 a.m n im in yo hood stealing all sorts of things,
gps's and cameras it don't matta, breakin windows makin shit shatta,
withdrawls be fuckin up my bladder, can't sleep my dawgs like whats the matter,
this junk got me sick, got me doin shit, id never do, jackin everything from gold to blues,
but when i make a half a grand in one night, you betta kno why i did it RIGHHTTT

I just made this whack ass rap up jus now lol, shit aint fake tho..

I DONT FLEX
all i do is sex
for about an hour
i dont even have to stretch

instead,
i reach around for breast
and keep workin on the rest
flip this gurl around an softy kiss her chest

im never like the rest
tell you things you cant digest
until you think it over
and find out that im the best

some have left before they new
now they dream im not with you
and i miss her like i kiss her
with all shivers under the moon

ey traps the name, pussy pumpn is the game
just got done telln ur girl i just came
ass up wit her 4head to my belly button
she said she came to me cuz her dude was barely fuckin
thats wen i plant my seed in her garden of eve
then i smoke my trashbags of kush and boxes of weed

pussy poppin pimps slingin rounds and hoppin along gimps,
i gets mad faded, while i watch the house across the street get raided.
My plants stay illuminated, if i got caught growing here i'd be castrated,
my mom used to tell me i was a bad as kid, i slit her throat and grew ganja out of it.
cause im sick and twisted, sadistic and some times ballistic,
you pop off at me ill pop 6 in to you.
i always got the pistol and a middle finger pointed too,
you think im through, im just getting started, im in this shit to win full hearted.
Im like in 5th gear when i spit raps to ya ear,
fast with a flurry, im in no hurry, but im furious, never curious,
cause i just dont care, im blowin dro in the air.