Gimmie a quick thought

This is written to method man's Wu-Bangers instrumental (you can find it on youtube)

i cant rap ghetto
cause i aint ghetto?
slap pedal
cause i aint from
tri burrow?
rap about beer pong
about how the days gone
wont last long
maybe have one or two
cash songs
im competition
so they bitchin
you best be shitting
unless you wanna to have me
throw my clip in
im transmitting
live five up
from here to Britain
written murder
blurred third word
stay dippin
they know i better
so they listen
sitting know i splittin
heads
all on the bed
thats what i said
spreadin bloodshed
spittin lead
rhyme fine
known to twist a spine
and im out to shine
so i climb
nine in hand
with my man stan
ya understand
got the game plan
since it began
pan right and
light pipe
excite strife
from trife to life
cause the cyph be tight
coming with a knife
got the brownies
when they found me
outta sight for real stee
that shit was hype
eth
be chiefin leaf
and the trees
chillin on my coral reef
make it brief
while i snatch myself
a cut of beef
the cattle thief
bringing grief
to your self centered
gee belief

if anyone needs a rapper for your beat hit me up! I can write fire to anything! etherloop@mail .com
 
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