my rhyme go out of control when i say it,
no place is a safe-haven, don't SCREAM, im not wes craven,
don't run to the hills cause the hills have eyes,
this nightmare isn't on elm st. it's here with my demise.
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my rhyme go out of control when i say it,
no place is a safe-haven, don't SCREAM, im not wes craven,
don't run to the hills cause the hills have eyes,
this nightmare isn't on elm st. it's here with my demise.
suprise! it's me knocking on your door, hit the floor
as i pump my shottie, time for death, beam me up scottie,
im runnin circles 'round you like you a tortouse and im the bunny,
only trix aren't just for kids bitch gimme some of that, sonny,
it's all for the love and it's all for the money
fuck the bitches, the fans, and even the honey's,
well, maybe not your sister cause i need mouth, sorry,
she'll get some blisters,
yeah, she's got a good tongue twister,
Come Get Some, Love From This Thug, when im Done you'll be da Cum Sista's
my head bangs like drum hitta's rum twisted tung
sistas cum from the son blistas
dissas, try to take me down, but when I am done I make em look like a clown.
Differences between, similarities are clean the dark wanderer.
Really I'm just a ponderer, just tryin' to conjur a way to make way to my fame.
bitches wanting big dicks i got one-for-her
But I leave all the others in shame.
get the girl to go down and give me brain
the back or her thoriugt is getting slain
tung bust cum fuck im getting drain//
blood pumping in my dick vain
I crack muthafuckas like a can a mountain dew
get slapped upside tha head with big knuckles like outta tha blue
u need to look for the clue, with that dog and that faggot foo,
down on all fours, always beggin for more.