SAMMY D
Its the fear that I enstill in you.
Heard your verse, I aint feeling you.
The envy inside; It must be killing you.
You see me in Miami
standing like sammy
Davis jr in the rat pack,
Bush Jr wants his rap back.
I was pistol toating on east coast
slinging shit
commiting crimes that I cant admit
I wouldnt admit even if I did it.
In this case; In which I didnt
now do you get it.
I gonna rhyme 2 more circles around you
Leave town with you bound
while police surround you
My footstep are to big for you to follow in
In the rain I make a mud pit
big enough for you to wallow in
I boast; repping venom the most
24/7 cause we're so venomous
Now I am paper pencil packing
past guard
In London yards
Id rather stab you now
Take out your heart while your still alive just to show you how
I mean business
or how I have a mental sickness
180 with quickness
work your ass like physical fitness
Commit crimes leave no witness.
Now do you get this or should I continue
Who will defend you
when you lose you cool
cause Ill offend you
show up at your venue
See its your pride thats on the menu
I will devour your ego
they will be like damn where did he go.
Kids
Im gonna knock that bitch out when I hit it And bang the walls down when Im in it. And she aint gonna be able to walk straight when Im Finish. I fuck this pussy like when Popeye eatn spinach. I met this bitch down in Greenwich Village. Tore off the panties, Im gonna loot and pillage. Let her slurp it up yeah with no spillage. Feeling like Tele as I spread it on her belly. Pass my fingers by my face just to catch the smelly. Next stop, Now we rolling to the park. Gotta get this Herb cause its getting close to dark Lighter Spark, now we smoking that swisher sweet. I flowing on these rythms my boy boxing on the beats. People try to hate get hit with the trucks from my skate. Im dying tomorrow and believing it was fate. I plan for the worst and if it happens it wont hurt. Thats why live my life on the edge just chasing a short skirt. Past the edge now flying higher like a pheniox. On fire What I mean is desire for my life has expired. Now Im feeling disconnected from my old way of thinking. Ive been doing to much drinking My eyes keep on blinking. Hating on myself in 3rd person past tense. Its all foolishness, But to me its making sense.
Its the fear that I enstill in you.
Heard your verse, I aint feeling you.
The envy inside; It must be killing you.
You see me in Miami
standing like sammy
Davis jr in the rat pack,
Bush Jr wants his rap back.
I was pistol toating on east coast
slinging shit
commiting crimes that I cant admit
I wouldnt admit even if I did it.
In this case; In which I didnt
now do you get it.
I gonna rhyme 2 more circles around you
Leave town with you bound
while police surround you
My footstep are to big for you to follow in
In the rain I make a mud pit
big enough for you to wallow in
I boast; repping venom the most
24/7 cause we're so venomous
Now I am paper pencil packing
past guard
In London yards
Id rather stab you now
Take out your heart while your still alive just to show you how
I mean business
or how I have a mental sickness
180 with quickness
work your ass like physical fitness
Commit crimes leave no witness.
Now do you get this or should I continue
Who will defend you
when you lose you cool
cause Ill offend you
show up at your venue
See its your pride thats on the menu
I will devour your ego
they will be like damn where did he go.
Kids
Im gonna knock that bitch out when I hit it And bang the walls down when Im in it. And she aint gonna be able to walk straight when Im Finish. I fuck this pussy like when Popeye eatn spinach. I met this bitch down in Greenwich Village. Tore off the panties, Im gonna loot and pillage. Let her slurp it up yeah with no spillage. Feeling like Tele as I spread it on her belly. Pass my fingers by my face just to catch the smelly. Next stop, Now we rolling to the park. Gotta get this Herb cause its getting close to dark Lighter Spark, now we smoking that swisher sweet. I flowing on these rythms my boy boxing on the beats. People try to hate get hit with the trucks from my skate. Im dying tomorrow and believing it was fate. I plan for the worst and if it happens it wont hurt. Thats why live my life on the edge just chasing a short skirt. Past the edge now flying higher like a pheniox. On fire What I mean is desire for my life has expired. Now Im feeling disconnected from my old way of thinking. Ive been doing to much drinking My eyes keep on blinking. Hating on myself in 3rd person past tense. Its all foolishness, But to me its making sense.
ciel:
awww thanks. hey i like your tattoo! 