HolzCurlz man wat a girl, if i could give her anything I'll would give her the world. Man wat i need in my life is a couple of her and I'll be alright, everything would be nice i would treat you so right, you can be my bonnie and i could be your Clyde, we'll be criminals we can ride or die, i'm comin like michael jackson i'm really really bad, i'm better than drake i'm the best you ever had. HolzCurlz this rap was for you, i soon come back with a gangster like you. M.J

O.O... Holz raps better IMO

that was wack lol holz does rap better

pity im l8 to join, but keep the shit comin

Originally posted by KILLIN_EM_ALL

that was wack lol holz does rap better

im loved lol

i rock the mic lyk them crazy shit, with those crazy bitch around, when my shit will turn up for the homicide, but look back at my life, no lie, dont die, one bullet will throw on ur mutherfuckin mind, while i get high ull be lyk "hi" and die, oops not mah fault, cuz while playin off with the gun fallin down by lookin at ur gown it seems pretty drown, but its ight, while rockin the mic from da southside, poppin my crazy collar, poppin my baby momma, poppin the bling out of the dollar, it shines attractive but dont get after this when i pop it outside the relative, u cant touch my bitches if yo had me over 327 snitches in a fucken billion riches.

mayb im not on the list but i was bored ;D

wwow chingy what was that

i think you needa go back through kindergarten asap

damn man thats worse then some kids bop shit

il try n forget i ever read that quick

nah im only fuckin with you but rappins not your thing

but rappins what i do best you can say im king

like meth i give it to ya raw but naked

i got the illest rhymes aint no faken

shit im quick off the top of the head

like permature ejaculation

haha im a menace in the streets

i go acapella dont need no beats

so you can say i murder my mind

every time i rap i serial kill these lines

i love gettin pussy and brain

i smoke blunts while gettin those things

always got a tool on me

im a handy man

put in work for free , kill these

fake ass gangsters ya hear shreeks

i instigate shit

startin trouble since a little youngin

im done on this one another rap well done

holla boy killin em all, shout out, sum weird up foolin no doubt, str8 out from da streets ? i bet str8 from da broken strings.

my soul for the beats can be the same for da vice beast, but dont get me wrong boy, soon as ur momma comin home, be ready for da slam, when she get high yo want get the chance for da big bobo bang.

i knew sum niggas that i culd trust, but had no chance with da bullet blust. they cracked me up, so long as i did that and that to make em say "IM OUT!". same 2 keep yo shit up, when u pull ur gats up, dont piss ur pants out.

okay nuff with this wannabbe crapp

bare manz here thinkin they can rap

with my lyrics i can pull you all into a trap

tie u up an even tighten up the strap

in my last mc i think the warnin was clear

but maby some people didint realy hear

basicaly my lyrics have stamina to push u of a pier

when they spittin out my mouth, they to powerfull to steer

so dont get no beef ting from this

i aint sendin out some striaght full diss

im just givin this lyrical beat a kiss

and hopin i win.. no takin the piss

im not provin im best, i just tryna be myself,

while gettin a lil bit over, try 2 blust my shit with a 3 leaf clover, cuz i kno the taste of life, one heart, one soul, one life at aftermath, but niggas still wanna act up, i just stay black and raised up in a true side,

dont steal my style, cuz we all know my prime time for the dynamite slam,

not lyin, still tryin 2 stop the jealous bitches cryin