……Bang! Another rapper dead, who did the spread, who popped holes all in his dreads, it sure wasn’t the FEDS they’ll lock you up instead, it was a nigga in black face, that’s how they get in close, they even know how you like your toast, but it’s the record execs that will host your roast, while getting paid off your masters, that’s why they still your masta, you better pick that lock faster, when they through, they gonna trash you, have one of your neighbors blast you, so people can witness the trauma, that’s only to help blind ya, they pull strings that’s already attached, and you catch wreck quick, then your money get redirected to some exec prick, who just made a deal to put your death on Netflix, then he sits in his Maybach getting head from the best tricks, but it’s just him and his driver, so it’s less dicks, but they still pricks.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2023 14:00
- Category: Unclassified
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