J.R. Writer - Give Me A Second Writer's Block Vol. 2 Lyrics written by ::JuelzSantana:: <> ------------------------------------------- (CHORUS) -JR Writer- I tried like hell to warn 'em you guys just well ignored him its time the fella storms 'em (Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine) Ill break this down to bitch and shake the town with hits then lay it down with clips (Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine) You haters sound like tricks ill make this clown my bitch and shake them down for chips (Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine) so just take out your pockets youll be raped if you got it aint no way you can stop it (give me a second and this game is gonna be mine) (FIRST VERSE) -JR Writer- i kno you heard im sick ill murder this, i murder shit i splurge in whips my shirt and kicks for alexandra herkavich but you thirst to kiss the dirty chick like she really worth the trip let her get a surper sip and serve the cris you's a sucker lover cuff her, cuff discuss her, mothafucka trick on a whore she ask gimme some more like she Busta and slimy for thou's my style is, i never snitch, bitch, why would i drop a dime on you now, wow i'm fly as my babes ostrich and snake provide you an eight stuff your damn nostrils with weight wait... these fiends remind me of Derek Jeter for leaders how everytime i pitch, they slide for the base the crook is the creep, i jooks you to eat but i still deserve the fuckin best look of the week cuz look, every week, mink, fox, gator,lookin like an animal, so zookeepers wanna put me to sleep (CHORUS) (SECOND VERSE) -JR Writer- I'm that sickening disease with that trick up his sleeve whos got it mastered, bastard, you dont exist in my breeze front like, if your a G end up Christopher Reeves you will sit where you pee tubas sit where you breathe ball like Christopher Reeves but i stick with my ease you get ditched if you please or get pitched in the sea for some cats snitchens they steam snitch what they see call em hoodrats, and i dont mean a trip from the P's my mathematics are acrobatic the savage, but im past the average from static i could back the matic with cabbage and your back to faggots mac slang him, stain him, beam him the cap wheezing, like i bounced on the front, how i flat, leave him buck you a wrecker trust me, a stepper yes, bling, neck, ring, about a hundred together so im stuck with a heffer, that wanna suck on a pecker with a bigger neck then the damn nutty professor (Chorus)