TITLE (EDIT)
Stone Cold Killa |
DESCRIPTION
A random rap that i came up with a while back
[381 words] |
AUTHOR
Jeremiah J Greer |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
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[September 2015] |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (7)
Amazin Blazin (Songs) A song based on burnin' the word down and lookin' good while doin' it [483 words]
It's Ova (Songs) A point in time where I was heart broken. My thoughts at the time... ...well you'll know if you read the song. [667 words]
Live Life (Tell 'em Don't Pull It) (Songs) A message to anyone who struggling with problems in life to not lose hope. [476 words]
One Thang About It (Songs) This song is about me going off on haters [393 words]
The Intelligence Of My Excellence (Poetry) A random poem about my inner thoughts [251 words]
The One In My Thoughts (Poetry) I wrote this poem based on my first love. It wasn't too long ago and I always have her in my thoughts. [177 words] [Romance]
You Didn't Leave (Songs) A song that i just wrote about someone close to me that passed away but is still here [381 words]
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Stone Cold Killa
Jeremiah J Greer
Jizzy... trippy... dey make it tell'em
I got dem diamonds on my chain and dem j's on my feet
I got so much bling bling drop a hoe to they knees
Yeah I get dem to my crib and I make dem bitches suffer
Got 'em slamming on my head call dat shit a brainbuster
If you think I give a fuck you got another thing coming
Ask my fuckin nigga who muthafuckin run this
My freestyles are fluent from top notch perfection
Cut dat bitch off like a nigga did a c-section
If you don't know me know where I'm coming from
A youngen bout dat paper and the opposite of dumb
Articulating flows you could never comprehend
I keep the lyrics rollin until I meet the end
Itchin for dat paper half man half amazing
Come out the gate locked loaded guns blazin
Got a lyrical sickness nobody' illa
Truth comin from a stone cold killa
Had to do it one time for da muthafuckin folks
Bitch ass niggas I'm just fuckin yo hoes
You should call me da lotto cuz da paper varies
Teaching bitches bout my new dictionary
Nigga dead silence got a boom to da trigga
Yeah I show a bitch nigga who da fuckin illest
You mumble but a real nigga hear yo ass hatin
Talkin is below me call that shit an understatement
If you don't know me know where I'm coming from
A youngen bout dat paper and the opposite of dumb
Articulating flows you could never comprehend
I keep the lyrics rollin until I meet the end
Itchin for dat paper half man half amazing
Come out the gate locked loaded guns blazin
Got a lyrical sickness nobody' illa
Truth comin from a stone cold killa
If you know me I'm a nigga bout my paper
Hoes thinkin my dick look like a skyscraper
Stacks blowin in da club nigga I'm wildin
Boy I'm Ric flair call dat styling and profiling
Wooooo!!! DL's betta get up out my face
For dem AK's cap ya a double snakes
Niggas know me and know who the fuck I am
True to da realist fuckin hoes goin H.A.M.
If you don't know me know where I'm coming from
A youngen bout dat paper and the opposite of dumb
Articulating flows you could never comprehend
I keep the lyrics rollin until I meet the end
Itchin for dat paper half man half amazing
Come out the gate locked loaded guns blazin
Got a lyrical sickness nobody' illa
Truth comin from a stone cold killa
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2015 Jeremiah J Greer |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
April 2015 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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