Justin Waddle Poet Lyric

Fire Flow

Dear Flow God's 
I need a soul charge 
Something that's super hard
Turn flames into bars 
And leaves *****chard 
Amen 
Are you with me?
Test, test
This ain't no test 
Its extreme stress 
Created on my brain 
From minimal rest 
So bow down 
You're in the presences of the best 
Were you from?
Nowhere *****,
I don't even exist 
But nice guess 
I only come with tight ass *****
Nothing less 
And you just walked into 
The Red-zone without your vest
Now this lyrical lead 
Gonna rip you to shreds 
And turn your head to mist 
When this *****hits 
Your brain... OWE...nice catch 
But he didn't know it
As soon as this lyric connected
His head exploded 
Bustin 50 cal. lyrics
I've been quoted 
And voted the creepiest writer 
With the hottest fire 
To spit this *****you so badly desire 
I'm a live wire
With the motives to conspire 
Injuries on my enemies 
Call me a liar

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