64
you got that brick i
got them bricks send it on back downstairs around town were i roll with them
shooters "rwa" what we screaming
hittem with dat ak 47
Lives left up left down to the right
xb yeah that's a cheat code
I just laid on you yeah yeah
we over paid honky's
you want no beef just give me the cheddar
not talking no Arby's either just blue faces in impalas yeah im the captain its crunch time subliminal messages leaking throughout the sky
thats why i keep them hittas on
standby cause ima fly guy
on the wall drip drip
there goes facuet
call a plumber yeah i talking mario best cook in town
he don't clown
so watch them frowns or we just might come for your crown yeah that's yo head I'ma
goldenn boy with fly toys
my heart be racing mind
passing out like a light you snakes better nighty nighty
night im talking zzz bars i spit
for days lean wit me rock with me take off your sock with
me
then victorias secret
haves to go skeet skeet
on trip to Oblivion
yeah yeah
long as it not near the my crew
sockem rockem what what
thats a knockout
right in yo jaw then go southpaw we sreaming f*ck the law.... yessir we over paid got them girls
down with the bitcoin
talking stocks with just enough to feed the flocks in the chop shops
iceman making his rounds cause he no we don't play no no
we don't play life no 64
Nintendo
we got them karts
dabing my mind right
drip drip
yeah that hole in the ceiling no roof topps we to stacked up with lean in our wishing wells.
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Written on December 28, 2021
Submitted by phoenixfire4455 on December 27, 2021
Modified on May 03, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCCDEFGHAIAJDKKLGMDNOPQRSFTQUGIGVVVGDJG |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,525 |
Words | 316 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 40 |
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