TheSeedSowerz

I drop seedz on your asphalt But you mad slow Vines start creeping up the sidelines When you assed out The next time you say the Westside is the best side The Lighterz light up on the Eastside when your light’s out I thought I told you not to mess up But you maxed out I thought I told you not play your sign But you stay lying I thought I told you bout a million timez You da MASSA Ain’t no Massa bout to taint my sign With a bloodline So you can take your time And bank your crime And you can bLoW that up And bet all eyez But ain’t no Lighterz gonna light your line Cuz you the seed that ain’t no way no rhyme

Aaawe MAAAN this is hOrsebObbLe All the things we get in as you makeshift a SQUABBLE Thriving one day the next day The BOTTLE As the horseshit bobbles around in the head Til we wake up wishing we went to bed dead Ain’t a damn thang woke in the wake of your stead The Antichrist cometh inside of your bed

Purging at the grotto Amidst the Morningstar Excorsizing demons reberberating through my scars As I wailed into the skylights Stomping, laughing, carrying on I saw a little maggot with his little maggot phone So I asked the little maggot What kind of being are you? Bustin up over all the pain so you can stick up your ASstube Get outta here you fuCken maggot Let the dead bury themselves Go eat some shit you fuCken maggot Before death becomes your realm

SoOoOooOoo… I was having a conversation about reasonable doubt when my fellow conversator told me there’s always a reason to doubt… So I said WeLp… If there ain’t no reason there ain’t no doubt.. . And he said WeLp? And I said… Yep… WeLp… And he said What’s a WeLp? So I said WeLp… It’s kinda like a yeLp… Only it’s a WeLp

I was born in the morn But not yestermorn Now I’m sitting here forelorned Tryina break this crown of thornz And I can’t fiddle around no more I got the keyz Can’t find the door But you gone see when I step out I got I got the ole notch on my belt