The River - SPM

Is that what floats in the river, the competition

I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2

The 600 on 20 inch starfish hallow tip did da rip through your cartilage any

ganja any fucking high you know leave them stiff like genes at the dry cleaners

and the wife be the light blue dickie pants catch you slippin scope on him as

he picks his ass born killa heal wood go getta wave bye as he float down a cold

river jack rippa like a jacka worpian I write in pencil this is how a story end

rhyme wicked forensic scientific you can’t see me dog unless you buy a ticket

blunt hittin let the heat up lift em the specifics must be left un written he

got a chest full of Nenobroads off spring I’m not a ridge bitch I told you not

to cross me

Is that what floats in the river,?

The competition

I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2

The 811 runt of the liter look I got legs I am not the presenter momma only got

7 tits that works so I fight everyday just to get me a squirt last name

maximums first name blutamuss jackass have me like why did he shoot at us fuck

with me it’s pain and drama son I will hunt you like your names Osama call me

bird watcher you got white breaks I’m Robbin like I’m batmans sidekick everyone

telling me stop drop roll but I stay on fire like rasta smoke competition bore

me who you suppose to be?

Number one nigga please you ain’t close to me get

dealt with sleep with the jelly fish have you on some more someone please help

me shit

Is that what floats in the river, the competition

I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2

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