Slitt Ristz
08-06-2003, 08:22 PM
My life is in the middle of cherries it's the pits/Cuz I'm ivory I can't get gold in this business/I never reigned on the top cuz I never claimed it/Don't say u respected before I was famous/If I ever become/I swear I'ma make my fucking wrists run/Fo real all I want son/Is not money, power or respect from just anyone/I want those/Who I believe got ill flows/To say I'm sicker than gangrenous twisted elbows/Well foes/Go ahead attack right now/Hurry up before the big suits raise there brows/And look at me like a piece of meat cuz they know I'm a cash cow/This goes out to Dylan/Once I was set to kill him/But then he envied my anger and now everybody he sees he like that's my boy can u feel him?/Set me up with battles fair ones/Unlike this other muthafucker who had only cheers for this rap actor musta been named Harrison/Ford/My rage is still stored/And when I let it go it's gon land me in the psyche ward/Look I been through shit/Don't judge me if you aint know my life bitch/The only one's who have a decent perception/And can be my jury have been there since conception/So don't axe me why I have a wrathful infection/Unless ur ready to leave like I am with nothing beating in your midsection/Heartless/Only truth hurts so if you try to harm thes/You best/Run up in my skull and drug my pain out of me like psychiatrist
-Slitt Ristz
If u think this rhyme is weak tell me y peace out
-Slitt Ristz
If u think this rhyme is weak tell me y peace out