T is them, the woe
Music so slow
No hope to glow
Oh no, the woe!
Feel the fear grow
Snorted much blow
It's time to go
Black tomato
Black tomato
from the ghetto
feelin' the flow
ready to go, yo
oh...
no, bro.
it's all for show;
you ain't poe.
you have no flow.
you must know
these lyrics blow.
Yeah bro
I'm no pro
'Cause y'know
Lyrics gotta grow
It's status quo
Renault Peugeot
Renault Peugeot got new rims.
i just pick up my homies with my Renault and we look for some hoes
Me and my homies and our hoes party like its 1994
get down boyz word to your mother bitch
Ahhh...we're all so very very white
Is that a slight?
So it's a fight
to get our rhymes right;
so we don't quite
move souls to flight
with the emotional might
of the words we write.
It's not because we're white.
We're just not that bright.
not like rainbow bright we ain't that bright like a stars in the sky we are white as a ghost but hey don't judge us we are trying to rap
I managed to not poison my girlfriend or myself last night.
Seems my cooking was quite alright
I'm sick of this rhyming shite.
^Ha! That was quite entertaining guys. Does this mean I like rap now
Meredith..... I am after pissin' & shittin' in my pants I laughed so much at those lyrics'
Doffs cap.....