"Watch I Dead Your Response"
For just £500, I found where she lived/
Now the sound she might hear, is rounds in her kids
Couldn't drown me as a kid, nor control me as a man/
With all this talent to give, you should hold out your hand
In a hole like flange, is where they planned to see me/
Yet being the bolder man, they weren't the Man like Beenie
I can see em moulding scams, with a plan to beat me/
But when I cook em like scran, they soon run to EP (Essex Police)
I dropped an EP and a LP, it was then I was jailed/
I wrote a letter to the judge, it was then I was bailed
They tried tell me much, but like many have failed/
So they tried f*** up, like I wouldn't tell any tales
My pen is that proud, it tends to pen what it wants/
And give a f*** about offence, whether a fed or a nonce
I've got that old school flow, like I bred in the Bronx/
If you want it come and get it, watch I dead your response.
Copyright 2022 The Elusive Mr Dunne
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- Author: The Elusive Mr Dunne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 2nd, 2022 08:49
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
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