Street credits go to thugs that sell salt to slugs,
To many of you have prewritten lines,and your ghetto is only public as cybernatic thugs,
Soft... let Byrd fly through peck at your outlet's and penertrate the plugs,
Give your pc's a fever..burn your roof hot like a jamaican club black marketing phillies...with the custom inserted reefier,
Byrd changed up the rhymes..no need to ask about me...my credits don't need proof homie....as Morph just said....I'm nowbattle proof,
In all truth I have to give a dickslap to the whole forum....that said I wouldn't be what I am today.
So let my purple settle then stick to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter JIF...I aint going to say more.....the rest is to explict to exit.....IP banning aint my route......
...now do like the new pope..make your preparations, and begin to pray.......now you all know what I'm about..hear me loud....I'm SBYRD5 and I'm proud.
SBYRD5's flow..for today...
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