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poor mans ride (freestyle)

poor man's ride

that old lincoln thinkin bout the weekend drivin drunk drinking

now it sits parked outside of the driveway of my ma's double wide
you better go hide

you cant kill me when im already dead inside

slack jaw walk around with my mouth open wide

got no pride

because i dont care what you think thats right

breath life into my hate go and see my dark side

livin on a cracka,

make fun of my starvin marvin weight fat ass greedy cartman motherfucker i will slap ya,
trap ya,
grown man knap ya,
have ya,

on your knees feelin lifes last breeze

stealin glances as it passes through the trees,

meanwhile barrel in your mouth better hope you dont sneeze

now thats a west side hollywood style cappa,

but in south side best believe we really will cap ya....

have a
-nother cigar you look like you could use a good smoke

lookin at me eggshell white broke yoke yet yes im still loked

coked out now broke,

better hope my money situations,

just a glitch in the equations,

but it really do seem as though everythings changin....

throwed out our home,

goin out now we roam

better hope its all a hoax,

better hope this jester only jokes

even so i dont think you'll laugh

when im right up against the glass

bashin in your home leavin many tracks,

cuz i really am peepin in yo window

goin hard for the win tho,

straight up the middle,

tryna get up at yo stash and of course your little wifeys ass like it aint a sin tho

dont think i wont leave ya bitch a widow

just for fun I keep fuxin with these foes

I keep em on they toes

lil daego’s what they call me son
go about it like I aint commit a murder now that ive furthered it into a fervor I’ll press the beef flip it like a burger eat it with mayo on a bun

arean roots and I eat vegetarian foods vegan drinkin ignorin

animals in the vodka better stay on the rum

stay on the run  

they try to tell me it’s a game like latters n shoots like they play just for fun

I leave no finger nor foot prints cause I go quicker at the trigger cuz I got that hood sense

I’ll leave you no I already left you in the dust past tense

Like kuger bitch did to joey’s situation that’s friends

Well if that’s friends then who needs enemies?

To hang around em like these fools tryna get the best of me?

A better mc you will never be you may never see

Arrest me n test me ima still remain a G

Who will get in the ring and fight so viciously

knocked you out with ease

Out cold like somebody said freeze

All because I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
Written by Austin_Rura (Austin Rura)
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