Only Grown Men...no woman and children
warn yaselves
Published on September 10, 2004 By thatVAboi In Consumer Issues
before anyone else writes again, i'll end all games

lets begin
watts you're not tupac... take off the bandana
take off the khakis suit and fix ya gramma
ya HILL ain't hard, you ain't run no streets
stop asking...i don't want ya cd.
you can keep it... everyone knows tha joints whack
but not trying tah crush ya dreams...
just mimick my style..someone’ll put you on their team
VA still stand up... on my back i'll put the team
last time we hooped i killed your team lol...
in your eyes i saw the gleam...envy is a terrible thing
the g.o.a.t. ....you can't be serious
just like LL, you’re two old for this
what are you…24 now…it’s about that time to gracefully bow down
I’m ‘him’… that cat everyone wants to be around
I’m that cat that wears the crown…you’re the guy that’s never seen a pound
part-time hustler, other half love and basketball
out there shooting jumpers to get in the girls draws
gay nigga, always showing other dudes ya balls
not real cool lil Jim Watts, always talking about fingering the girls twats
take this bit of advice and try a cock…

also you don’t have a hairline…nigga you’re bald hahaha

that’s it.

Comments
on Sep 10, 2004
Why ya always slingin dis raps,
when you can see no part of me has time for this crap,
just work on your form and your flow,
and when the time comes to drop you on your ass on the floo' you'll be the first to know,
look at the clock,
quit smokin' the rock,
and pay your dues,
your rhymes are outdated and overused,
maybe you're too old yourself and a bit confused,
win or lose...

I'm not sure you ever had game,
you think you're all wild, we know you're gentle and tame,
so put away your middle fingers and scowl,
that attitude all funky and fowl,
this I won't allow,

so pay attention quick and close,
if you're the greatest and think ya got the most,
best bring that shit when I come round your way,
but everytime I leave a line it's like you got nothin' to say.

out!

on Oct 08, 2004
your shit is wack...like a fake crack sack!