“yo… this nigga Land is sick… he need money for his got damn bills and shit… dont worry about what the fuck he got… that aint none of your gotdamn business you nosey fucks, just give some money you cheap bastards… send that shit to Jackson7, in care of nahright.com..”
“or send it to nation’s paypal account… or ill spit in all your mother’s mouths…”
yo so this nigga tried to diss my Free J shit and is beggin me to rap lyrical…i kindly said no im doin what i want and nigga wanted to get wreckless soooo i decided im gonna diss him over that 4,3,2,1 beat…he wanted lyrical he got it.
sn: he sings and raps and sounds liek a bad drake stunt double
a lyrical barrage will blast thru ya entourage
i spaz, shatter facades if we clash, collage, collide
ya pasion is flawed in my eyes, fractures get tossed to the side
u actually thought u could rhyme, a savage i’ll snatch out ya spine
if ya head’s attached then its fine, i spit poignant words
poison for sure, goin berserk, annoyed wit u nerds…
or let Budden smash, so he can videotape her chillin around the house in some panties or tight sweats… her hips look nice, but something about her ass always looks off.. and its never the same size or shape… and she’s never denied its fake.. or enhanced..
they can do a lot these days with prosthetics and padding and special effects and camera tricks…