Beef Windly (Be Freindly)

They call me BeefWindly cause thats all that i do,
reppin port city at the top of the boot.
My ice glossed and glistening and and im shinin on you.
I see you muggin ugly i say what mayne it do.
Fisna grab my board and shred on the streets.
Dropin mad rhymes an dont need fat beats.
goin to lunch to get sumthin to eats.
chompin vienna sausage and a whole can of beets.
when i was a baby i would just suck on some teets
back then when i didnt wear shoes on my feets
Nowadays causin Havoc Discret
this rhyme is like a madlib raisin da heat
makin' mothaf*ckas wanna turn and retreat..
bow down bitches we gotta hefty fleet
Get this show on the road while im claimin defeat
all you hatin niggas and lovin outta deceit
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
White boy rhymes

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