Kendrick Lamar -art of peer pressure
I feel like I could write for kanye. Does he post here?
I feel like fucking a tiny flexible bitch who hasn't taken a million black cocks
I feel like flexing wads of cash out my smelly black socks, carryin mossbergs and burst fire glocks, sprayin hot led on tranny infested blocks
Out the cab of a black dropped Chevy, niggers in the hood gettin slabbed, swept and mopped steady
Around me protect ur neck, ,I got old dirty style of a pirate king on deck, spontaneous rhymes to make u go what the heck , know what the truth be; moonwaves splashed all up on this tiny speck, up in smoke like dre, blood of hot pussy, shit is cray, death and sex rule but sheit i wont pay.
ain't No john, but im uncut like lennon, kikes be bitter as lemons, 9mm luger to spit their melons
Like monkey d luffy nigger stay devils fruited, all day and nights the perfect time to stay online, No rebootin ,write prose , keep ur mind hotboxed and zooted, like Robert plant,Saint peters horn , yeah ur gonna toot it, and swallow too, gross, i know u dont mind, u gayer than that kid moot is
Super grim crypt keeper of doom, like Lenin straight out the tomb , tie u up and carve u a womb - while ur yellin, circumslice ur body like magellan, put u in a space with No room, so ur bitch ass can't be yellin
no quick death I got 5 year plans like Stalin, make a hoop with ur ribcage and with ur skull I'll be ballin
obsessed with crazy shit like death grips, with fat grips on my person, Multiple blades too, stiletto, swiss , my machete is the worst one. Ain't No sunshine In my life, massive attack u with fun, nigger No rehearsin
step to me and get sauced like a pizza , niggers behave, I'll make u a slave , lyrical mad cook in the house Nice to meet ya, now get out my kitchen, or if ur a kike then Into my oven, fly bitches all in my coven nowz the hour for witchin