D'Eon - Larry love freestyle lyrics

I'm just f**ing around Just f**ing around... [Verse 1: Deon] Have I lost my relevance yet? Well nevertheless I'm here contesting With the best, the n***a that's left can get to stepping Chin check and throw my flow at your soul And cave your chest in, this message honed will rip the flesh from your bones And then Ether your every effort It's reckless to come contest with Sticks and stones when my clique carry boulders and Smith and Wessons You get the message? you step to NS and you're getting severed Siphon your inner essence to smith a segment Your soul is the mold for my golden crescent Set it atop the herringbone I stole from Wally Left Shine bright like his f**ing necklace You're probably lost I'll probably pop a neck with this next line Like a Soviet vet I'm A possible prodigy. paint Pica**o's in Etch A Sketch ... so who ain't relevant? Buck 'em down to the sediment f** 'em up cause their regiment's Estrogen levels settle at feminine levels, let 'em in Kettles burst from my letters, a better devil than you've ever been.. n***a Want me to give it one more? [Verse 2] Pessimistic, I embody the solipsistic Circle body the pestilent kid omit the friendships Rather chill inside and pen a song Or realize and realign, than iMessage your phone, right... I message the drone Like I step in alone My life been measures and poems since d**h Star mentioned a clone My misses mentioned and old mistresses that I hit and boned I admitted I missed her company, she kissed me she sent me home But honestly it's nothing's ain't used to She's used to being used and I like that sh** so just do you Usually not an option but probably not priority Probably not the course, but she like my dick so I move through It goes: bad decision, bad decision, worse I lost precision, lack attention, dadless n***a cursed I'm mad I missed the mark it had if Madden Vision worked I might have hit the target like Farve did in Meadow Park when he swerved Every Tom Brady get a pick six And 6's come in triplets the imps are just too pretentious Pillage to Hell's kitchen just to messy up the dishes Dished out more than you can chew, now Chuabaka back with a vengeance Tommy caps, a Glock in the Timbs, a block from your business Nahh it's just me and a beanie, some beats, a paper and pencil Recollect on past decisions and pray that guidance is given God... I should've never went down to steal them utensils