iT WAS 1995

PiPED DREAM

BiTCH AiNT BRiLLiANT

SPOOKY SHiT #2

HOODLUVMOB #4

FUCK TiNDER

SHO.oT ME

PoPPiE FiELDS

lurkin through the poppy fields, 

fumblin through the poppy fields

straight stumblin  through 

the poppy fields

straight got bitches twerkin

in these poppy fields

my skylark straight merkin

wit them davin wheels

davey jones came up out his locker

with a pookie ready to fill

nigga wtf thought we hadda deal 

my restless soul 

for unlimited blow

i dont care no mo

put the blower to his dome

have his head chopped

like he was also screwed

welp i guess he actually is

haha

diminished into dust

like how it seems most 
my highschool friends 
have as well

aww shucks

im in these fields 

like im shucking corn

but actually im just 
fucking bored

backwood in my lip

about ready to call it 

adolecents

go do your chores,

those sticky panties

were dropped on my floor

fuck yo script 

i want more x2

need about a hunnid bars

and gunnin

acceptin no substitutes

unless they dirty blondies,
 
lil pump smoked crack 
in the halls damn 

damn lil pump sprayed 
pussy walls daamn

well puggy boy fucked around

in the 9th grade i fucked wit bitches in the hall

and fucked my teacher mrs. hall in a stall

she went straight to the head

no stallin her

i straight chugged  a 5th 

i stuck my meat in her 

like j stalin 
taught me 
while i was in a blur

told her not to spit

unless its on my cock

cream on her lips 

no frosty freeze bro

just me n my snow bros

with the snow bunnies

dippin, dashin, 

your clan back in halo 2

was a weak ass mo fuckin  faction

i remember i made your niggas cry

when yall lost yo win streak

and since they still fuckin 
wanted no peace

i had to make their future bleak

by telling them 

i fucked their moms

n it was around last week 
 
meek no mill 

that bitch took a pic for me

in front of some switzerland wind mill

if you on all that dope 

you might need some fixodent say cheese

hol up  hoes gotta pop a whole damn norco pill

no fuck boi i copped these free

nothin to get that script filled

drippin promethazine on trees

dont know when i might die or get killed

i be smokin cronic n 
ameri spirit splees

come up wit dat beef get grilled

who got the meat? chonchiiiii 
who got tha heat? chonchiiiiiii


lurkin through the poppy fields, 

fumblin through the poppy fields

straight stumblin  through 

the poppy fields

straight got bitches twerkin

in these poppy fields

my skylark straight merkin

wit them davin wheels

POPPY FiELDS

LOOKiN LiKE TED NUGENT

BURY ME c:

Fluff Me Mona Lisa

Produced by: Mutru

This new batch got me 
in the skies man
 and im seeing violence 
dried blood turning violet 
purple weed got my eyes red 
on a molly my world more vibrant
kick your door in 
with my sidekick 
dancing in your blood platelets 
bathing ape on now im faceless 

no my nose ain’t on no mo fuckin waitlist

pass the fuckin plate kid 
before your life is makeshift
All this fuckin cain lit 
My whole squad straight eighty-sixed

I got rich selling fake kicks 
yo bitch need a face lift

im a dirty dog so i dust her off and rate it
poppin pain pills now im more patient 

 waiting for tomorrow 
Cause currently im GTA wasted again
 you must not shower 
on a 4 day bender dry cum on Your chin
 plus your gear from a lost n found bin 
My blunt might just be laced wit
 promethazine and sins
Never lost a xanax 
 But i dropped a hundred casings 
Make your sister shake her ass
 A lil while she find a hair pin
she Gave me A+ head but she would definately 
waste a scholarship
 Burn bridges sink ships im a fucking anarchist 
Pick the lock and i started smelling rotten flesh
 bet you wish the moon 
was a thinner crest in the Night 
 werewolves ripping off your vest
i need the inhaler i just took one to the chest 
a blunt  on my lip 
cause im fighting 
captain save a bitch
cant get a frame on me cause im running to a sesh 
 shorty fuck real good and she sporty
we was running up numbers on her fit bit
 hear that sound click click
boom boom dome blasted by my equipment ya thin prick
im slick rick 
come here and ride my mo fuckin thick dick 
it slips in 
Wet like a fountain 
took that bitch on a ride like we at magic mountain  
no where found location lost 

chillin with my reckless killas no cost
 jive niggas hurting about whose lost
poor thing i pour more sauce 
 not braggin but this coke frost
no saggin but my belt lost 
 no tracking me ive been on cold moss

flaunt 50 ar mags at rick ross

prince of bel aire with no basketball toss 
 see no gross income 
im relative as in i fucked most of yo relatives
 im relevant as in i pre concieve
thoughts of delicate edicate 
 thats highly precident
these won tons soggy
 you peasant bitch
check up on my second fifth
 you treasure chest
full of pasts and regret 
cremation might help me 
foret the time you drowned me in presence
 last thing i was thinkin was the retro spect
specks of keif make me recollect the times we sat and  spent
killin time with no respect for prison 
 id rather be dead

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GANG SiGNS

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