DrUnK-N-MuNkY

my hood still foolish,we lose it,when out of towners act stupid
the conclusion,realer than music,so that should dead all confusion
get a beat,i abuse it,the block don't stop for cupid,you stupid?
aint on no valentines shit,i'm on some columbine shit
that lotta grind shit,spit,cause i got a lotta ryhmes shit!
hot as fine grits,cause lauderdale has been packen
with quick actions,we spit matics,to split ya cabbage
quick fast and,my niggas packen,heavy artillery like bin laden
so get back and take notes,the weed smoke,i take tokes
you stay broke,i suffocate my pockets with cash til my change choke
make nose bleeds like high seats and that insane coke
i flush my name into this game until my name soak
blast bout nine shots,no snitches so no dimes dropped
when it's war couple nines cocked,put ya zipcode in a pine box
the game over when my rhymes stop,my casket close,my eyes drop
my spirit on my guys block,but my physical gone,my insides rot
no sweet shit,this lyrical demon,has been completed
so smell the lyrical feces,in ya home and ya region
broward county speeches,touches whoever it reaches
so like wayne say "keep your mouf close let you eyes listen"
i got the bullets,you a wide receiver,plus i got good QB vision(lol)

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"Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag"-Cliff