TL Mafia LXII: TL Noir - Page 2

On October 07 2013 13:03 iVLosK! wrote:

One two, for the crew. Three four, for the dough.
Five, for the hoes. Six seven eight, for death row.
I had come to expect greater intellect from my homie OO.
That flow was putrid, worse than opinions mama's feet.
Rhymes dumb as a CD that didnt have no beat.


Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You still can't beat me, OO.

On October 08 2013 21:50 iVLosK! wrote:

I had hoped including a line about his mothers feet might tip someone off that it was a joke...