Um, yea, you tell me what your gonna do,
i wanna see you swallow your pride and tell the truth,
your nothing but a low class fool,
cant even back up what you say you will do.
Like okay you wanna start something,
Say some shit you cant even prove,
but when I actually follow through,
you wont be even able to move.
Shit man, you get me so worked up,
why you gotta get in my way?
truly i dont even give a f***,
didnt ur ma ever teach you to shut that trap up?.
I will not step over you,
you will not be ignored,
get in my way,
ill smite you to the floor.
Dont play games with me,
because I can play better,
Dont fool with me,
because the best just got better.
I can do things you may never even seen,
I can put a foot up your ass in ways you aint ever dreamed.
Don't mess,
I'll have you on your deathbed,
wishing it was all in your head,
guess what man,
you said what you said.
You started the fight,
even though you knew you couldnt follow,
my words were so harsh,
they cut on you like a brokenn bottle.
im not so shy,
that i wont use my strength,
ill get you so scared,
youll plan your funeral way before your dead.
Come closer let me whisper some last words,
a little warning to carry out,
dont mess with ma herd;
Make your last wishes,
because when you decided to pick a fight,
you signed yourself up to die.
hoe.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Posted by Ana Cobana at 5:48 PM
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