Jul 15, 2005 16:14
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr son
Haters took this shit too far son
So that's all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell then by surprise you fell
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
I've suffered, just so I could return harder
Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr
I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one
YEAH BAD BOY! ha sorta like EMMA! i love you! haha and i miss you to pooopy! omg i am so upset when i get back its my birthday and you so wont be there... NERD CAMP. we were suppose to have a QsQ party.. L.O.S.E.R.
MECHY! im glad you arent a HATER! lol good thing you can trust me! BOO.. i so miss club this weekend! damn hold the house straight. i talked to matt kinda... i think hes not so mad now. i hate when shit goes wrong and people get mad like that. whoops.
Monica poop. You never see these so there is no since in writing to you...
Smelly Melly... I LOVE YOU! i hope florida is great! see ya in voc!
CHASE! i miss you! MUAH