SHOES '21 (original) (prod. by ThaDohnRambo)

Scattered Brains (Snippet)

SHOES '21 (prod. by ThaDohnRambo)

I had a dream that I was 500 pounds/ I woke up the very next day/and now I’m minus 500 rounds

Ping ping ping ping and 500 sounds/niggas got hit// that’s 500 thou/ I had the crowd control make em say owww 

My lil blicky taking knees out/ so much so that niggas would bow 🙇 

This is the octagon/throwing hands fast wildin with the boxers on/ stocks and bonds/ that go in my pocket/ spin you like bakugan

Vertical fist twist / I’ll hit you with Barakas arm//

my slut appeal is me with stockings on/stocks is long/ catalog clips hits/ spin you something like Chaka Khan///



I’m muthafuckin too nice/ I eat grains, legumes  chew rice/ my style nastier than stewed tripe 

Looking upstairs/ it’s only crude lights

So what’s left? My dude threw rights//
Sandía wasted when they threw slice 

Melons got bashed ending your food fight 

Forget mess/ begin new life/ I’m living wrong cause I don’t do right 

Niggas ate shit/ but wasn’t shoenice? 

Get stomped out my new shoes  nice/ I’m doing niggas how they do Christ. Bismi Allah son I don’t do Christ 

And neither am I Muslim but I’ve read the Koran/ Fatiha surrah/ this the genesis psalm

The pigment pressed in my palm/I’m red handed/Fred Sanford//Yamcha dead bandit/missing my deck but feel like Gambit 


alcoholic setup get up/fade ya niggas? Son///ya head cut/ Remy gets poured/ niggas get wet up 



It’s too easy/slew too greasy/bullets flew through cheesy/ doot doot doot doot/ its poop chute squeezing 

Shoot through moon roof that’s two goons sleeping 

From them 223 things 

In layman’s terms burned were two dudes sleeping 

The track was 7 dawg/ I do tunes weeping/
Snap like two loons streaking/ doot doot doot doot doot doot doot briefings/ this is the bitter dose/ who’s used to Rieslings? Taking estradiol results was fuckin two new bee stings ///listen

You’ll earn nothing in war/ militia ammo fucks you/ niggas is getting nailed to the floor/ who knew that I could punch? Kick in the door/ I hit The muthafuckin jackpot/ I’ll take to blades and then I even the score 

Gold chain militant shit/ millions of clips/
Dealings and flips/ when the pipes burst/ you’re spilling your shit/ the tactics special ops/ with buildings and shit/ drillings and shit/ fetal positions: yamcha or like krillin and shit

Siu Lum Tao (prod. by ThaDohnRambo)

Niggas shouldn’t pray for me/ I’m plotting for vengeance/ waiting impatiently/ adjacency to pistols on steps to make your facial leak/ 

Basic Geek/ that had the phat style/ ya better thank the Greek/ Pose Poseidon/ pistol beside her/ ya better spank your niece/

Thank the grease/ for the slick talk/ I really bathed in Crisc../ conocer la reina de rap

Ya nigga snacks/ the cookies Nabisco/ this glow came from panic at discos/ thong song who clapping like Sisqó🔫….yo

I write sins/ not tragedies/ really her majesty/ niggas die mad or just dramatically/ magically, you laying with Silkk /New Orleans masterpiece/ bout it bout it/ think of the 90s/ I  really mastered Ps *p90 sfx*

Know my body/ slaughter the donkey/ it’s the plenty ass to eat tramp and treesh
With lesbian lovers that ask me pass hashish 


The German Luger that’s a masters piece/ 
Niggas will snatch your keys/ and thrash apartments to really smash the lease/

Hungry vegans/ hearing “pass the peas”/
Ya hardly hearing/ type of boots are you wearing? I told them “pass the piece”

Hateful niggas had to pass in peace/vision on fuck you/ with the twitch of a muscle I’ll write a passion piece 

Immaculate rhyme/ my soul clap could hit the back of your mind/ no slow claps/ trekkies packin the 9/ get beamed up/ steamed for chatting with swine 

Don’t fuck with no ho’ niggas/ hope niggas know my passion is crime/ not on some kiddish shit but back in the slime/

Niggas move All That/ serve Nicks at night a sack at a time

Passion Piece (prod. by ThaDohnRambo)

06 Find That (Feat. Greasy Milton) Prod. By The Beatnuts

The shit I rap about....ain't really  nothin to laugh about snicker at myself inside mirror God  I'm spazzin out 


Tackle terms packing black herb the blackest of nerds forever gaming  aiming at the back of ya perm 

The world can blow me

Holy moly I spit pretentious seeking death sniffin on bleach and sippin windex

My index crept spear jabs can have ya chin checked: slept

Ten tecs could have ya skin wet: death


This is insecticide spit darts and have you petrified 

Wreck the inside son I'm live that's word to Tekken 5 

Passed the goal snatch; the black hole and eat a cigarette 

Rusty, Tim Lollar and Fred they rocked the gigapet ask my definition of high it's what my niggas get

A nigga like me...
I play the silhouette 

Beat you in the darkness with a pillow set

Kill yaself 
Quilts of deaths

Nigga you gettin killed to death
 

I took took a gander from the window in the  middle of December smokin 'til there's  something to remember 


Used to have a temper now I type rhymes while pressing enter 

I'm staring at my cipher from the center 

Play the winter flows colder then points of no return 

Smokin coke with sherm ice in my veins

In spoken words....

Murderous raps and murderous rhymes a word at a time 
Y'all never heard a word the dirtiest minds

I'm dumbin wild like fuck 
Clap a nigga son y'all wild like duck
Y'all niggas dummies with a childlike punch

I smoked a brick and a half

I'll take a piss and put a brick in the stash 

If niggas touch it then I'm whippin their ass


Shut the fuck up. . .


Drinking the mega antioxidants....boosted my system knew where my chakras is unlockin tombs of doom I'm on intoxicants


The consequence 
Of spending time by my dolo...indeed my woes yo I wanna put a bullet through my ojos 
Not sniffin cocaine I'm not Manolo seeking suicide inside a Volvo 
Paint my likeness see me in a mural
Asphyxiation; anaphylactic 
he's creative creep with natives 

 tiger stance he's inebriated

Say a prayer for players the same behavior rows of raiders monstrous Mantras of conscious saviors 

The times is rough and I just wanna die confirmation bodies zooming glooming shrooming  doing human suicide 

My foolish pride got the best of me 
Son,I'm fuckin up the recipe 

Torn because I've  seen my fuckin destiny 


Lounging at the Chesapeake 

Chillin at the dock of the bay yo son I'm out 'cause I've got nothin to say. 

I'm not a rapper.

ThaDohnRambo

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