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Scaring the Hoes Off Wit Ma Clothes Off

funkee

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when i have some xanax, or drink some nyquil and weed i just start spittin rhymes but i never really wrote anything down.... until now.


I COMMAND YOUR ATTENTION
And demand your affection
This is the only night for stardom
So you betta get pardoned
And take a reflection
On your so-called perfection
Collecting your cottons
Injecting your rotton dope
With misbegotten hope
Forgotten like a fiend
Step back, See that
The convention convened
Your conviction is cleaned
By the jury don't worry
You'll be out in a hurry
And won't be demeaned
So keep your rhymes to yourself
Like theres nobody else
Put your mind and your mouth
And your books on your shelf
Don't do coke motherfucker
You'll be makin jokes like a sucker
Who do you think you are, Mencia?
You better run and hide
Or I'll find you then c ya
Homies that know me
Fuckers forgo me
Suckers can blow me
Over my house
 
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