My new born posts are like corn roasts outdoors my clout soars

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My new born posts are like corn roasts outdoors my clout soars
Like the smell of barbecue at a sick picnic it all about dance floors
Do what ever at at a get together a block party hot and hardy
The DJ is here with the rhythm getting severe criticism its body
And soul can’t escape the strife party shaped and sliced like
Beef on a grill , I devastate bars and accelerate in cars move fast
Gazing at boobs and ass, flow peace bold but under police control
Strange probation made me change location now hidden and cold
Complex like the ocean and skies and a reflex motion in my eyes
when I’m surprised I now realize I have trouble rapping then lies
Try flow well and like a hotel the stage is ablaze with lights
Tonight even rap in thick fog cats wanna kick my dog on this site
Because I bark art and smart. I type wild and like a child
Crawl before I walk learn to talk later got a baby boy style
Of rap, able to earn a living and firm with giving my time
To the job get involved with folks write a mob of quotes in rhymes
Like George Washinton prove myself capable of a soldier and
Administrator a holder of greater skills but for rap have a colder plan
Have a robust mind so I go thrust a rhymes on paper with strong vapors
Yall cover your nose your mother knows this is bad for you even skyscrapers
Grow legs and move with this groove, never a messy screwed up softy
Prefer a freshly brewed cup of coffee I talk with folks get booed falsely

FATTY

SHOULD BE FIRED OFF RAPMUSIC.COM YOU'RE DEADEWOOD STRAIGHT UP