(kuzzokurious, aka george)

Ay Da Beats be bumpin gotta car fulla females all out

the window hollain dis 831 there aint no frontin

we come through scrapper on buttons we got that nigga fruit loop always got

that fruity fruit, and to all the hater ass niggas all that shit you talkin is nothin

but woopty wopp.

(me) whip whap, freedoms bringin the bay back

"5850? those bitches get hyphy"

its trees we be about

this bump gone knock ya speakas out

one two three

flawless i spit drops of talent on you bitches

my sickness is tasty

its butta is nothin its gravy

ya bitch on MY voivemail callin ME baby..

sweats and a T we sell seed fa free

see we believe everybody should smoke weed.

blaze trees, wit some of moms hash please

its cash beeze we spent bills on this grand daddy

shoppin for a caddy

I ride dirty wit bonnie, like clyde I slide past 5-0

we high yo, its not yayo, its m.j tho

THC keep my high like yee

I got friends in high places like oooowie.

flow like u wouldnt even know, got skills on it skinny

its hot, they cant touch me

haters hate this glory,

im sorry its just so natural.

im out, ghost, you never saw me.

(kurious george hasnt done his part of the rap yet)

(but here’s my part after his..eventually.. it might be changed a little so it flows wit his but this will definatly be in it..)

From scratch paper

to blunt papers

we roll quick

wit a lick

its thick, who’s got the biq

its lit, ill never quit.

im hard, like dummy ass stiff

ya jealous, its pain

I gain fame when i see the eyes of mary jane.

im blown, its ghost, casper, exhale, im toast.

20’s shinin chrome on this sick collab wit kurious

its somthin u aint had.

Mad, my music is totally rad.



yeeee. check it mic check one two one two
crys killed the mic and burried it too.

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa freestyle. na
but ay obviously i rap.
im a poet.
cop my shit and ill find u.
cuz ull be famous one day with the shit i d0.

confidence is constant.

so watch this.


Distinctive, set a limit, i hit it.
the undergdog comes to reality,
see my individuality when I spit it
i never quit, my blood is contaminated
with lyrical poisen.
When its laced you hear the work of a musician,
this collision of poetry and base was unheard
a ryhme in time is wrote one of a kind,
red in the face,
you choke.
inherit influence indestructable, take a seat get comfortable.
roots of a legend were watered,
and just short of perfection,
out came one of gods finests creations.
I wont test ya patience. take this and hate this.
dout is my addiction, i exceed your expections.

its nothin.



sign me.
love me.
hate me.

its all good pimpin'