Miwano di top shotta !

Miwano di top shotta !

Aiiit... same week and i'ma drop my 4th bomb right here. im a damn machine u blood clot punk, now comment this one;


Mary Jane’s in love with my lungs, she’s ‘bout to marry them//
I’m back now, so these pussy swedies are gettin’ scared again//
Relax, I’m just havin’ a relapse, a rematch//
You can’t ball against rap’s Steve Nash, believe that//
Got a mean swag, and a weed bag, with three grams, for the moment//
In a moment, I’ll have another, one love, can’t smother the smokin’//
Fuck Marlboro, so if I blow the stone//,
There’s no tobacco, I mix it with the purple herbs before I burn the dro//
Don’t try to kill me, I will survive like Gloria Gainer//
Rap’s Dorian Yates, so I will surely slay ya//
I gotta, the way I gain and pushin weights//,
You pussy face, sweet as Sugababes, just pull ya brakes//
When you run out of words, a Kurdo wanna use his fists//
In that case, - I rather stick my knife through your ribs//
You fag-rappers are wrestlin’, I’m a boxer, my lines punch//
- Hoodlum, always rollin’ in the streets, like bums//
You only roll there in a V70, well you better be//
Or Kurdos rob ya, anytime, day or night, they Never sleep//
I haven’t adapted to hiphop, I was born like this//
Even before I was a rapper, I talked and walked like this//
- We da top shottas, you blood clot muthafuckas//
Gettin shot, or cut up, either way me don’ botha//
Bombaclat!, We bleez it up//
And if a punk wanna front we gon’ tear him up//

- Don’t fuck with the kid.




You sleep on this, you need some damn Modiodal, cuz dude you're narkoleptic or sumptin' .

peace