ah well its good for some shocks, and a favorite in her bling box...but when the camera stops, reminds me of a box o rocks...the kind that keeps on tic'n to talk, again reminded of the box, and it keeps pissin me off, some give willing and keep gettin walken atop, and it pisses me off, not even wanting to talk nor attempt simple discussion, and it pisses me off...i beat a bitch with a blingpack...i gives a fuuuuck...
Lemme insert muh rap, Now I m only spittin facts
Dont be crying like butthurt saps, We jus sick of shallow dingbats
Try'na increase ya friend:fan ratio stats
Fu-ho's that'd sell they soul for a bling pack,
Now the bar walls echo with fap, fap... fap,
Bought in an sold out, ya whack!
Imma deal this hand, but the decks stacked
Wanna-be fu ranked, high level Macs
But did it with no morals or integrity, ya lack
Any value but ur Fuowned worth, fake money in a interweb sack,
and Ignorance abounds, shall I draw ya a map?
This B.K. reppin, We's honorable cats
Devouring the pathetic, while ya race like a rat
Like the lil bunny, pickin up fu mice, an givi'em a smack!
Thats how muh crew do, then laugh and exchange daps
haha
You cold dirty tramp - I kick it on, Fu while I listen to rap...
Tradin' knowledge, makin' muthafucka's laugh;
Me and my dudes, we icons; The whole dirty camp.
Immaculate like Lucifer (The Morning Star?) Yeah, I glisten like that...
Don't you see my crown??? 'Cause it shines like a lamp -
So, put your Ray Bans on and show me your back; I'll kick you in your ass,
and laugh... at your desperation - it's all crap...
Filled with self-loathing, seeking self-validation... when a soul is all you lack.
Don't let the smooth taste fool you - you're approachin' a mac,
a gentleman, and scholar at that... In fact -
The cubby in my boxer-briefs is fat, a Clydesdale in my pants.
You get no pay-pal for ya' sloppy flap,
Wishin' on a fu-pony, lookin' like you missed the pap,
I smear ya' bling pack - Here's my dick... you can bling that.
This miracle right here? Where's the AMEX Black?
the type o' cat... who'll steal King Arthur's bitch, and stab him in the back,
Stab her in her gap, stab her in her gap, and stab her in her gap...
and when I'm finished, bust a nut off in her lap... she smile back.
Attention starved dingbat trading pics for self-esteem daps.
No, a conversation can't match, what a this pussycat feels for a blingpack
Friends are just an ends, as long as you can spend, and send, then, it's friends til it ends,read her status enough to comprehend, the Modus operandi , to notice how this friend lie. two-faced like a Gemini, with pretty eyes, that you can never see because her pic tries, to hide behind tits and thighs,
56 comments for these shit for guys, I guess that's the life of a chick that doesn't self visualize.