
Sup, sup peeps. J-Spliff up in this biatch so you know what that means kiddies. You better lock your doors and hide all your first born children cause it's collection time and the reaper don't fuck around. So when you see that dark sillouette walkin' up to your door, well you better say your prayers cause you comin' with me.
But anyways, my man Rhyme-Z hooked up this phat ass website so I'm on here droppin some lines for ya'll. First of all, download everything you see and bump that shit as loud as you can when your rollin' down the street at night. And buy all the shit you see cause you ain't got nothin' better to do with your money. And if you're of the female gender, quit frontin' and upload some naked pics.
When I'm not smokin a phat ass spliff or freakin the local bitches at the club, I'm pimpin ho's, playin videos, and droppin elbows to ya nose. If you don't know what time it is you better take that timex back to walmart, get your money back, and buy a t-shirt from this website, I ain't playin bitch. Look for some of my tracks to come in the following weeks cause you don't know what your gonna be in for, that shits gonna be SPLIFFTASTIC!!
That's about all for now, I gotta get back to rollin this phatty. So peace out, cya on the flipside and stay the fuck away from my sun chips. BIATCH!!
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