Credits

  • Amanda Hamlin
  • Princess Biznotch
  • Priaine G Letrime
  • RAZ-PRO

Sunday, November 1, 2026

Jasmine Curry Nite

 He said lets rap, I said when and where at,

How ! He took a paper, ask me for a pen

we should do a chorus , before all this other tit and tat

he drooling cause my tittis pop out smack him

I'm finna school him in rithmatic, im right, hes left now listen in: 


they said their no such thing as ghosts

but nigga Im a spook, I creep, 

make a haunted house, turn you into scooby doo 

stay off my lawn, fool, Greene is not for You,

aint no mystery van I'm scarier than history and

still i don't miss, hit you with the blittz krig

Nien lives lost, when I throw a temper fit   

I can't be stopped like a bamboo stalk,

I'm a pull you to this shoot and put it through you

Talk plenty shit, I don't even hear you 

Swallow all the spit, I don't even fear you, 

Trust in no one, I'm grinding my gears too,

Hunker down and get it in, with my broad, the biz,  Dude


Licking my wounds, thrice daily, cause Face be so uncouth

Abrasive hes favored, a case, stings like Vermouth

My OG mostly keeps my holy moly under control

My flows atrocious so he giggles when I'm on a roll,

Im hot like Toasty, i think im hard like Edgar allen poe 

but Im a teacup poodle, soft as I'm supposed ta,

I wanna be a badder baddie, my beau So cold,

Im like texas, wanna holdem, his rap sheet so long i fold

it, like a scroll, hes made and I got holes in my boat,

We gonna need a better whip, we gona drip like gold 

a higher diving board, or a bigger nug of gold,

his game, I fetch, he chucks me gems like I'm Fido

His bitch yes sis, step back, u trash, 

Now you met me, don't you feel disenfranchised.....god held out, left back,