gladbag
04-10-2006, 11:34 PM
Chase Murda got murdered
My script is for retailers and like ships and sailors
Govern by maritime law you carry a blind flaw like mailers
Of whack sweepstakes keep that faked garbage off the site
Trashed your hummer last summer you can’t drive
Ass will faint trying to survive the hood just a jive
Softy nothing bossy or costly about your fake ass rap
A freak devastated script like meat marinated shit soft
A delicious treat just a suspicious creep no class you lost
You a bozo and slow with a solo show that comprises orange hulls
Brain not tight and it rain at night inside your dull scull
See a doctor, its lightning while I’m writing but why
You fighting and frighten trying to duck this listen guy
My corrupt piss will fly in your eye and burn contact lens
I’ll slap your face kid dang rap’s a disgrace screw on a lid then
Sad and sick alike a bad picnic your grid squares rid airs
Framework is that of a lame jerk in other words no foundation
Like dilapidated buildings rhyme overrated not thrilling can’t pound nations
With that your riddles come to fake handshakes you can’t
Griddle pancakes like IHOPP this guy is slop he paints
A picture of whackness your scripture needs practice real bad
Dog, don’t rap from the heart need a map or chart for mad
Direction you on a a lost ship with false script I’ll slap
You across the lips with good stuff you not hood enough snap
To reality look your name don’t ring a bell and your lame
Bling fell off your neck
My script is for retailers and like ships and sailors
Govern by maritime law you carry a blind flaw like mailers
Of whack sweepstakes keep that faked garbage off the site
Trashed your hummer last summer you can’t drive
Ass will faint trying to survive the hood just a jive
Softy nothing bossy or costly about your fake ass rap
A freak devastated script like meat marinated shit soft
A delicious treat just a suspicious creep no class you lost
You a bozo and slow with a solo show that comprises orange hulls
Brain not tight and it rain at night inside your dull scull
See a doctor, its lightning while I’m writing but why
You fighting and frighten trying to duck this listen guy
My corrupt piss will fly in your eye and burn contact lens
I’ll slap your face kid dang rap’s a disgrace screw on a lid then
Sad and sick alike a bad picnic your grid squares rid airs
Framework is that of a lame jerk in other words no foundation
Like dilapidated buildings rhyme overrated not thrilling can’t pound nations
With that your riddles come to fake handshakes you can’t
Griddle pancakes like IHOPP this guy is slop he paints
A picture of whackness your scripture needs practice real bad
Dog, don’t rap from the heart need a map or chart for mad
Direction you on a a lost ship with false script I’ll slap
You across the lips with good stuff you not hood enough snap
To reality look your name don’t ring a bell and your lame
Bling fell off your neck