Sharks Lyrics

Old School, New School need to know this getcha game up you better keep focus And so I said that they were biters chalking up lines from all these resolutes chip off the writers block with 9's that chop against the destitute evolution of the manor, trade royalites with verses go with platinum, can't go with burberry...it hurts since A verse gets termed as the worst, but when immersed in your playlist that shit plays first re...hearse all bars matter harsh scars and battle I bring tallstalls with chatter yet they all just shatter and split battered by the scaron gifts, stolen from affiliates, Sharon Patter and redshit Shoulda stitched it by hand and mouth, now you shook planning doubts spitting west while standing south, all n all, sucess for you is not at all probable when I take you to the lake to find out if your water-soluble I'm sick of bitches typing like their spliting inches off a ruler to be judged by, file pressing consider my style, metric. That means stop biting my shit! That means start writing your shit! No rest for the weary, or the wicked stand witness to know rest for the weapon, I'm a skeet with tradition, now listen! this isn't just another sick written from the darkstar harm how the sharks that get bitten This is hardtaught! Don't expect a rescue and don't let me catch you alone in the carpark cause shark skin is fashion and that is me touch your anatomy like down to your car hearts use to write for a site but I didn't spark smarter Ritebright! You could think it, my first pink slip but this isn't a house by writing bumper stickers it's somethin you stick it and bump, like a heroin needle see the shit in the trunk is apparently lethal which y'all live to distrupt like American leaders I'm gonna pull quick from the category I run bullshit like a matador, see? That means stop biting my shit! That means start writing your shit! I'm the rapier, but you fear that the spear that sparred our father harbours pokes rich rappers might catch a Darva Conger in...HOAX! that the bitch they get with doesn't switch, Approach! to the sickness, leave you witless buying her ropes n rings n things of that nature, shit all you hear is "rings this", "pitchpacks", "pagers" to get that paper, she'll find a mattels a cell style for Fidel'cs as hell, looks like a dictator type a chick that a getcha car stolen Hardtoil! She might get up in that ass like Shark Oilden again I can see what you thought was a fargo but you can't trust those with hearts like charcoal I didn't prepare to punk, from when I put em in the boat It was a Lebaron trunk I connect for the very best sound and set now I'm rockin a tooth right around my neck That means stop biting my shit! That means start writing your shit, kid!