After makin' an attempt to B bustin' a rhyme,
In the Guestbookz of my homies all of the time,
I've given me sum space to lay my lyrics U C,
So all you Playa Haters get the fuck from round me,
I have no time 4 U and the shit U talk,
I'm writin the book on walkin' the walk,
And drinkin' the Drink,
It's Time I think,
4 U 2 Take heed 2 The One On the Brink,
Of-Xplodin like a bomb left on Your Front Porch,
Or Goin on all night burnin' up like a torch,
U can't C Me- I'm 2 high with Tha Dogg,
An' if U mess wit us U get the F-A-N Fog,
So don't clown wit' me, Red or D-R,
Coz' when you runnin motha-fucka U ain't gonna get far,
So don't play with me and the way I B,
You C 4 me 2 fuck U up would B E-Z,
So don't tempt me by some punk ass look,
I'm in a different chapter of a different book,
2 You, Now wot cha' gon do,
You bin stuffed By Snoop And The F-A-N crew - Biatch

Flip Shit Rip Shit don't fuck wit' me punk,
I'll cap yo' ass If I'm sobre or Drunk,
When I step up in the place all the eyez open wide,
I'm ballin with my crew and got my Glock by my side,
So give up U'r seat and move Yo'self fast,
Or You more than likely to get a cap in yo' ass,
I don't take shit I don't fuck with glitches,
I'm rollin with my homies, my drink and my bitches,
And At the same time I'm makin' my ritches,
To meet a baby-boo befor I'm hittin the switches,
My cash don't jingle and I'm fresh and so clean,
It's folded up in wad's and my jewellery gleamz,
My Rhymes are tight dope original shit,
I got inspirations so don't fuck with it,
I'd like to rock a rhyme with the original Snoop,
But 4 now I'm justin' bustin coz I'm up in da coop,
Y'all know whats crakalakin' up in here,
It's me KP- The End Is near,
Run out- get guns out- B4 I blow Ur lungs out,
And get clout and y'all shout - get bout
And Rowdy- Cloudy All Y'all out there shout 'Howdy'
My Rhmes ended up turnin out like this,
And U fuck wit my Glock- shit I will not miss......
 

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I could stand here talking to you for hours,

I could grab you a pint or buy you some flowers,

I could rap so fucking quickly you could hardly understand,

I could get you in my business, as it’s all under-hand,

After playin’ with your doggy I could give it a bone,

I could roll yo’ woman over and make the bitch moan,

You could bring it to me and put me to the test,

But when it comes to mic rockin’ I’m the undisputed best,

A taste of the Old Skool with a bit more bite,

Yo Momma’s gone away we’re comin’ round tonight,

Get in the grub Ill get in the booz,

I’m bringin’ lots a bitches so we got nothing to lose,

My theory when it comes to women is so,

A girl Ain’t nothing till you let them know,

That I ain’t into that relation-shit,

I just want my women to be down for it,

Keep things loose keep open your options,

Co’z what this lifes about is deceipt and kuruption,

Don’t give to much time to tighten up loose ends’,

Cos you can see yo girlfriends momma- and then her friends,

The life of a playa is seldom hard,

Just gotta be quick on yo’ guard,

It’s all about the paper and the paper is the wealth,

You not down wit that?- Go Break Yourself

I got no time for you and what you think,

Gotta go back to the bar- to get another drink,

I don’t do drugs- I ain’t so pathetic,

But I’m gonna get p*ssed- no paraletic,

The sound you hear is original beats,

As I’m in the spotlight I’m bringin’ nothin’ but heat,

I’m the King of Wikk- there is none higher,

You wanna mess wit me I’ll make you retire,

While the roof- the roof we set’s on fire,

And while the flames are burnin- better let it be learned,

We don’t need no water let the motherf*cker burn,

The dust I’m kickin’ is almost touchin the sky,

U mess with me I’ll stick my foot in your eye,