Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | M.Y.E.R.S. Multi Youngins Earning Reps n Streets

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| M.Y.E.R.S. |

| 12. Bar-bacious |

shine like bezzy beget's smoking ressy livin life regrets

shit on sets going threw pussy like dicks during sex

chicks on x on street they step

till i get bankrolls n ice chips on necks

clips i stretch for dogs who talk shit farfetched

credit collects & borrow thoughts like i debit intellects

interject these men of flesh when they tend ta test

learn at early ages never lend ya vest

same cat that bullets u'll have ta send threw his chest

shit... hope he aint die with sin on breath

gin on my steps barcardi & swepp's

we live life for parties & reps

M.Y.E.R.S. is arguely best... editoral in first rank

so place all ya bets federal reserve how i kept bank

in streets where da whore stank

givin time for burners so i kept sure shank

ballin hard never score blank

sydicate intricate ending shit & defended my wit

enter it at ya own risk these streets a make u blend a bit

tend ta flip everything from nose candy 2 burners on hips

spend a trip whatch my flow singe ya lips

i fiend for drops like addicts watching syringes drip

knock down doors till hinges rip, takin gingligan skips

stuck on island w/o gingers clit, i cringed a bit

but now its splended tits watchin twins attend my dick

it like patato frenzies i gotta fend for my chips

im equipped with surgical sharpnest like a tuck & nip

gun buck when griped, young buck who never got jipped

feds done sliped cz in my bed layed bricks

sprayed tricks, for cread i use ta trade nicks

pounds & kilo's now im dogdin hounds & milo's

& fuck skee hoes all they do is mouth off & freeload

wanna lay like frito's i dont need those

costomers dug sluts cuz they cluck & hovers

so when i see 'em i close shutters

cz these bitches tail pipes like mufflers....

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dreams n visions of sreamin pigeons

teams of kittens with scratch intentions

scrap descision lieing to peeps like afairs w/ clinton

nightmares of best friends goin ta judges to confess sins

singin fresh hyms forcin my bullets ta test limbs

bless him, gods said im destine ta be carried on death wind

wilder when canvising weapons fowler when brandishin wesson's

concern folks taught youths who learnt dont's raised with firm oaths

as homies turncoat n if loose lip sink ship then traitors burn boats

so i earn most n keep sherm close bait for the to worm roast

czz they grow ta be snakez so i chop slash n stomp on they face

told tales to jakes got me scared ta stroll when eight's r sold 4 cake

they say i only know streets but they miss out on the tune my heart beats

i walk neat in hard cleats my soul feets so incomlete

scolden the week inherited by meek cherrished by freaks

merits is sleak reighning destruction while terrorist sleep

perish ya fleet embelish elite's bounds n leaps

followed by hounds n peeps spittin thousand's of deeps

dept's u cant seak w/o leaks carefull when speak

adapted my speach till it scorch skin like sand on the beach

my mentality reaks....

thoughts of bodily harm love when shotties in arm

abortin dudes in fetal positions as snotties where born

hotties on lawn's went from potty to porn

funny how these baby ladies got my cock strong

swearin they not wrong but cant be right

my camp be tight over fires watch as chants enlight

it like im in a trance at nights

cz i leave destruction and enemies angry they had a chance ta fight....

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dreams n visions of sreamin pigeons

teams of kittens with scratch intentions

scrap descision lieing to peeps like afairs w/ clinton

canivirous camps shedding tiny lights like midgits with lamps

n i bang on colors like bigots when amped

visiters chant u suck like frivilous tramps

whispers inhance n jes know im crisp like iron's on pants

momamia like italians cramped yall miniture like a thousand ants

git wild n rant u'll never git pay back like goverment grants

IT'S M.Y.E.R.S WHO FUCKING WIT ME?? i laytex

in gray sweats its pissy muts da way spray vets

classified great last in my class of wieght

father figure sonning peep's till bastard's hate

ask da lates im like n.a.s.a accidents 'll trash ya space

u dudes like mummy farts yeah ya gassed of late

humble humanities as i thumb threw ya gramar fantasies

ya falacities lack validity but i comend u cz ya stamar valently

watchin as yall sleep on verse's like emcee's on canopie's

adversaries challenge me in get dissapointed worse than wives on aniverseries

spittin piph like i had ah empiph... heart of the gift

my wraps rolled tighter than a godfather splif

creations like frankenstien rap stocky like i got steak in ryhmes

picked lik grapes off vines i'd still be hot even if u take my lines

i walk in scary shoes n u dont wanna face da nines

eleven reppin heaven's weapon snuck sacred words like da reverned crepted in

blessin pressen i never had unsure time so u dont wanna secound guess him

in this game u never know who's who's like twin wrestlin

but im destin ta have the best win with spits deeper than chest flem....

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dreams n visions of sreamin pigeons

teams of kittens with scratch intentions

scrap descision lieing to peeps like afairs w/ clinton