Needs to rhyme more syllables. Every shot I take is drillable. Every time I step on the floor, they call it a miracle. The age is new, the starters are few, we get to sit back and watch what the new kids do. I'm broken to the bone with the la era. Sit back and watch what the gm deals us. Another pick? Another full on star? I'll be watching it coming in a motherfucking sports bar.
Follow up.... LA left us for spurs. Now he's lost in S.A. Straight looking for his purse. They'll probably come in first. But he should probably be a backup to Dirk. I'm aiming now. My arrows drawed back like mid-ranges from Pau. We got dame dolla and he's rising now. I'll watch the new kids ball and dame dolla with the 9 ball.
Sly working like a dog trying to get some Blazers swag. I'm starting the fucking season like I'm going full on mags. Like a mutumbo wag. Your shit got blocked. I'm coming with the three like there's .9 on the shot clock. Your knees are weak, and I'm the true chosen. While You're signing in China like your fucking Greg Oden.
Blazer ex's live in Texas armadillo road kill barbecue breakfast Run all out of water in the Rio Grande hell they died at the Alamo trying to defend Build a house filled with shoes but the shoes all filled with sand He's in Duncan's house not the leader of the band Over in Dallas owner has a palace always pays fines for his basketball malice Good luck healing with that overpaid feeling but I think you've reached that basketball ceiling! Going to rain on your parades when you play up here cause we're young, we can run and you've lost a gear!
Needs to rhyme more syllables... That's a quota that's fillable You call me second best of em Buster you can lay with the rest of em Yeah your the go to guy...go to the bench Shit your fifth string passing out towels in a clench Michael Jackson, shit, you spin more like Michael Cane When I beat your ass down the lane Block you into depravity You' fly to the floor, bitch that's called gravity The officials ignore your pleas what a travesty No matter what shot you take, you shootin' bricks I'll block your ass left and right with a flick Hell you won't even end the game with a nick What you think is a hack is just your ass floppin' You think you were fouled your brain must be hoppin' The calls been overturned, but it makes no difference You'll lose anyway no matter your preference And that's called defense just for your reference
Lamarsha it's you I despise and loathe More than a grimey mold or a slimy toad My eyes behold how youre a giant load Of something id find inside my commode Lamarsha you suck, your tenure here, im past it Your moves made Greg odens penis stay flaccid Or was that the whiskey? Come back to portland? Youll probably cry "who missed me" You dissed on the city, so we turn our backs, Have fun riding coat tails and swinging from nut sacks.
HAHAHA AHHH STFU Bro!!! take it toe to toe, no more bull. Tell it like it is or put the slip back on princess, be my witness to your destruction. your gaping solo hole of a mouth... whats your malfuntion? All these lame wannabe poets, (none of them a loureate) driving me miss crazy with their miss lazy ways during these rhyming times, thinking they can play... they can drop dimes.... PFFFT. Thats right. PFFFFT. Your breath smells like a fart too smart for its own good, not knowin your in the hood, but willing to stink up the streets with these shit talkin beats...shit stinks to know good So you say you get to it when you get to it.. fool, you loosin it. Times past, but your agony still lasts as you realize, finally trivialize, the existence of your persistance to say you can rap! Damn kid, didnt you get your nap??? Who you foolin dilusional man? A wannabe superhero trying to dunk across the land? Better wake up from that day dream, before everyone hears your nightmare scream. You better get to rhymin Droppin the Dime in cause all I here are the crickets chirp when your typin!!!
Try to spit poems but you got no placement Must be tough living in yo mom's basement Argue with the answers to the question you ask Like Jim Carey takin' off and puttin' on the mask If you like to be liked and you want to get quotes Try to listen to the others for you go for their throats In a world filled with haters and doubters and trolls Learn a post ain't a thread and a thread ain't a poll
Man If Bones pops up with some audio clip he is gonna be flamin BIG time !!! HAHAHA Bring it Bones, I like ya bro!
