Romans Revenge Freestyle

King Los

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    Oh My God stand back you can not be serious
    A box of tampax could'ntstop me period
    I be killin every track so the slaying never stops
    I just bang bang bang like the Wayans brothers pops
    Will I take a brothers spot?
    Don't cops hate
    Niggas don't paper cover rock?
    Don't rock break scissors?
    Don't I say the sickest shit?
    Make a crictic shit
    In his britches
    Make british bitch
    Send me titty fit
    Go shorty it's your birthday
    Gave her 50 cent
    No bucks no bank yup shits ridiculous
    Haters finna get back
    3 feet'll get that 3 feet pushed back
    3 feet I meet the track
    Like track meet actor
    Least break the record
    So who ever made it after
    Me's takin second
    Take a second recognize the motherfuckin level I am on
    2nd place is only good when you buying homes
    So wathcu buyin homes, Impalas on polished chrome
    YES! cause a nigga got necks like collar bones
    (Uh uh) I be crushin them faggots
    And my bars O.D but I'm a functionin' addict
    Catch a nigga in my lane and I'm a dust em in traffic
    I'm a dead beat dad I don't fuck with you bastards
    I got one.22, two loaded clips
    Three.45′s, 6 shots and a couple of caskets
    Then I snatch that flashback backtrack
    Black hat backpack black ac blap blap blap blap
    Wack rap cats, the nat nats from cats that black lac' all black snap back my cash stack
    I'm past that the point of no return
    If a nigga snitchin on me then that pointer don't return
    I knock his mask off that nigga stealin from me
    And I chop his hands off thans his pointer don't return
    Burn from the fire of my litter richer
    Study this it might make you a little richer
    Great balls of fire no little richard
    I'm cut too big for your little brithces
    My truck to big for your little bridges
    My nuts too big for you little bitches
    To suck on so get the fuck on or fuck off
    Your heart disappear when it's war time no love loss
    Wuddup dog mention me I get gung-ho
    Getcha haters up like me and Miss Munroe
    One more time for my niggas in the jungle
    Your an ant I could make a lion say uncle
    Fester invest in the vest I'm the bester
    Blessed her mic like mike like Drexler
    I love ropes and rings I might like wrestlers
    I'm restless I jump on the mic quite reckless
    Etch-a-sketch watch with the light bright neckless
    All yellow avirex bright white lexus
    Knock your block off not quite like tetris
    Throw my bone out to your wife like fetch this
    Question whatever the question is I'm the answer
    But put this on repeat I don't miss a beat I'm a dancer
    Answer me this how many you niggas jus can't believe this I smash this jesus

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