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Blackwood again..
Whats stoppin YOU?
Whats stoppin YOU?
Tah…tah..turn upp
Hahahaha
Back on dis thing once again
It’s been a minute but…
Shitttt
Im comin back harder
Turn up… turn up… turn up
Verse 1
It started out
Sittin on da couch
I darted out
Reminiscin on the rhymes that I thought about
Murderin beef in my rhyme book
Call It a slaughterhouse
Back in 6th grade
The master sensei
Of rappin this way
Spectacular wit the vernacular
And Steady packin a rap in the back
I was tryna go platinum this way
Enlightening minds in my prime smokin pine writin frightenin shit
Ima show u how triflin I can get
I ain’t hypin it
I ain’t lyin..
If I do I’ll be fryin quick
From the lightenin rod strikin nice
On my right side
Mightve been
Way before i could get outta sight of it
Knowing god damn well
That’s the side
With the hand I was writin wit
My double entendres remind ya
Of how eminem
Had extended his sentences wildly
Compiled of synonyms
& kickin em like karate
Lookin up to Bone Thugs, Em, and Twista
Showin niggas no love u get da picture?
I fixed my wrist to
Get a vicious twist of mischief
Mixed in
With the pen to get ya
Bitch my shit done tipped the Richter
Finna rip and
Flip ya quick no gymnast witcha
Then
I’ll get cha bitch and strip her
Dick her quicker
Kick her
Shit nigga
Im da bitch dismisser
GETCHA niggas hit wit missiles
Spit from pistols
Whipped initial-ly
My g’s will sneak to get chu
Reekin-from-this-sweet hennessey..
My mentals in hd..
Can u see the visual??
Ugh………..damn
Turn up
Turn up
Wooohh
Wooohh
Wooohh
Wooohh
Bang bang
Hahahha
Slight work
Slight work
Slight work
Sl..slight work
Just a lil warm up
U hear me?
Blackwood
I GOT em
(Breathing patterns till beat fades…)
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