Jimmy the Gun
Bluelighter
I wrote this over some beats that my friend made, tell me if ya like it 
Whatcha think my first song should be about
I could bitch about Nicole bein gone, then cry and pout
No, I got the next song for that pit
Instead I’ll write a song about pimpen your bitch
And your mom and your sis, but fuck that, and fuck dissen
When it comes to ripen, here tight - there missin
flippin the beat with the rhymes floatin light
I get the crowd hyped when I turn on their lights
Stay in flight, all day all night
Sniff speed always cause I’m always tired from the weed
Addicted to crank but its coke that I need
I cope with my dippen and a tin of 2cb
ya see
I’m white as can be
But I’ll bop to the beat down cracks on ya knee
ya gettin treated like a trunk when I chop ya like a tree
second verse spurs the curse cast on your herse
put this hex in reverse cause I’m makin it worse
Like good means bad and joyed means glad
And yes means no once happy now sad
Its rad that we’re goin back to the 80s
Barbie doll bitches with big mouths hate me
I’m hazy from all the blunts I'm hittin
still miss her like mad, with her super powers steppin
Always sicken the forces of right on evil and callin the shit of every fuckin weasel
The page is my easel so I paint it thoroughly
Now listen to the beat go bump it whirls me
Curl me back with a heart attack
At times I’m funny just like jack black
But most times I’m random
My thoughts come in tandem
A one two punch that right just rap em
And stack em on down the page
My body’s transcends, can’t keep me in a cage
Ya gettin dropped like a migrant’s minimum wage
I rage out, my mind pounds
And I can’t see the light cause my sights down
I might frown, but mostly I’m thriving
My outlook is good and my fortune is smiling
Pile driving thoughts of despair to the ground
I sniff out the dopeshit like a poe poe hound
Ya think ya found the meaning of life
I’ll tell ya what it is its great contrite
Don’t smite me, I’ll smite ya back
Dropin bolts on ya head till ya toes turnin black
What’s wack is the ease of my stack gettin made
I’m done with this song cause I ain’t gettin paid
Whatcha think my first song should be about
I could bitch about Nicole bein gone, then cry and pout
No, I got the next song for that pit
Instead I’ll write a song about pimpen your bitch
And your mom and your sis, but fuck that, and fuck dissen
When it comes to ripen, here tight - there missin
flippin the beat with the rhymes floatin light
I get the crowd hyped when I turn on their lights
Stay in flight, all day all night
Sniff speed always cause I’m always tired from the weed
Addicted to crank but its coke that I need
I cope with my dippen and a tin of 2cb
ya see
I’m white as can be
But I’ll bop to the beat down cracks on ya knee
ya gettin treated like a trunk when I chop ya like a tree
second verse spurs the curse cast on your herse
put this hex in reverse cause I’m makin it worse
Like good means bad and joyed means glad
And yes means no once happy now sad
Its rad that we’re goin back to the 80s
Barbie doll bitches with big mouths hate me
I’m hazy from all the blunts I'm hittin
still miss her like mad, with her super powers steppin
Always sicken the forces of right on evil and callin the shit of every fuckin weasel
The page is my easel so I paint it thoroughly
Now listen to the beat go bump it whirls me
Curl me back with a heart attack
At times I’m funny just like jack black
But most times I’m random
My thoughts come in tandem
A one two punch that right just rap em
And stack em on down the page
My body’s transcends, can’t keep me in a cage
Ya gettin dropped like a migrant’s minimum wage
I rage out, my mind pounds
And I can’t see the light cause my sights down
I might frown, but mostly I’m thriving
My outlook is good and my fortune is smiling
Pile driving thoughts of despair to the ground
I sniff out the dopeshit like a poe poe hound
Ya think ya found the meaning of life
I’ll tell ya what it is its great contrite
Don’t smite me, I’ll smite ya back
Dropin bolts on ya head till ya toes turnin black
What’s wack is the ease of my stack gettin made
I’m done with this song cause I ain’t gettin paid
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