Ride Jonathan Long Block 3 Mr.gloyd 4/1/11
I ride like the wind So it’s impossible to stop me Catch me doing a hundred fifty I spin my tires like a tornado On the ground death is fatal Rev’s are so high in my sky So you cant get by That’s why they call me fly guy
My trick’s are so smooth Not even dude’s can break my groove Leave the trick’s to me family guy On this ride I have unlimited miles I ride these highways like road runner Zero to sixty in three seconds man While zooming down your block Calling you out to ride . Throttle on the floor needing more You busters get to many cold sores You need that neoporin boy Rolling high displacement boy while you crawl You guys need diapers before you crawl
That black and gold is never sold Black and yellow super old Zodiacs ride from oak town and down Pull in clutch shift up I never slow down for chumps Eat dust not crust boy Ride though the night like dark knight Boys don't get hype go on skype Ride though this weather like concrete Hear the thunder roar down Lighting is not to far away boys I flip this script man This party is never stopping me I’m the the life of this Cops try to stop us with guns But we don't stop without grilled buns Little busters aren't allowed cause of status Igot a new chick My old chick is old news My party is so hot the girls are coming though to see me I'm in the VIP man I attract MVP girls you get them bums Finish girl give dude sloppy seconds
I'm in Amsterdam you’re in Hansindam boy I drink these pit bulls Those monsters cant fade me like words My cash is flow is fast That why my six camaro’s are dubs
You cant bounce in my house boy I'm like YG i toot it and boot it I don't trust you busters
Rags on the thorn tree tied the branches blow useless winds the last leaf twists is a kite dark night waits moon slivers into the frozen pond cars pass lost in news radio chatter tune me in, top down tell me more to put me to sleep not awake already even in the rhythm your breath warns my spine I can’t keep any stiller than this of a stopped watch prayers would start and close purple respires into black the rains fallen over. flash floods rush. like a golden eye.
of night on the island sticks are sharpened bark chips curl, crackle sparks rise on a fiery current I light one cigarette from another.
watch as my hand plays rock, paper,scissors.