my rhymebook shine like a kindle/ my ten shine fuck bitches
up like a bundle//them pigs tryina fuck wit me prolly turn into a roast/
the drinks fuckin wit me prolly turn into a toast// tha world hanus but
dont blame us jus keep close/ and when these fiend fiendin for butter
you gotta keep toast//half tha world hate me and im still kickin/tha
other half love me and wanna chill wit him//come on girl who ya think
yall fuckin wit/im tha type of cat ta outdo tha beat wit suntin sick//
nigga scouldnt even see when tha sign lit/niggas jus began ta seee when
tha sun lit//and i could write this or i could dislike you bitch/ either
way with of without you im on some psycho shit///////////but shit
you that spot in my heart that lump in my throat/ that love
interwoven in every word that i wrote//that sex in tha light that cuddle
in tha dark/ that somethin you wish was nuttin when we apart// its
cheer when you here but tears when u gone/i know that you love me but
fear that
