paroles de chanson Rhymes Stock (Freestyle) - FG
Black
Ink
Okay
let's
make
it,
oh
faggot
The
shit
that
I'm
sayin'
It's
what
called
bomb
packet
I
hit
you
with
a
tennis
racket
Y'all
my
enemies
so
lick
my
baguette
Oh
wait,
no
cuts
Suck
my
dick
motherfucking
cunts
(Rrt)
No
tricks,
I'm
about
to
diss
on
this
record
some
kids
Clips
in
and
shoot,
the
crow
spected
I
have
to
dig
a
tomb
everyday,
I
got
big
arms
I'm
the
one
who
spits
better
in
that
shit
So
bitchy
Spxdey,
you
are
not
even
the
second
(Haha)
No
third
spot
for
you,
I'm
out
your
sight
I
hate
to
work
with
retards
My
black
shirt
has
more
talent
than
you!
Nah
wait,
I'm
just
kidding
(Haha)
No,
I
don't
(Aah
shit)
I
went
solo,
maybe
Nov-o-A
Still
fantasizing
about
us
doing
homo
stuff
Come
on,
I'm
just
playing
with
words
The
animal
skips
them
So
lyrical
my
pen
exploded
My
motto
is...
I
forgot,
oh
God
The
ol'
Italian
accent
is
back
The
shop
went
sold
out
'cause
I
bought
all
the
rhymes
stock
Price
up
the
new
hot,
shall
I
go
further?
No
surrender,
I
fought
'till
my
brain
got
burnout
No
support
since
I
was
in
the
label
I
ain't
givin'
a
shit,
so
not
rebel
Sluts
comin'
up
on
my
cock
But
I
don't
want
the
dickriding
shit
tho
All
I
know
is
they
lost
this
shot,
and-
Ahh
fuck
this
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