turning u down fatty...ur style is slow and ur rhymes are tacky....
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turning u down fatty...ur style is slow and ur rhymes are tacky....
im a happy slap addict and i'll chop of ya limbs like propellers from apaches
gettting lower to the ground to deattach trees//
unleash this fury wit a lazer beam feed...
And Amaze Me When I Get To Creating Crazy
speed of flow when i spit like krazie/// smooth and relaxed fast spits like layzie words twisted wiped lefted ...it dont fade me
smash ya pumpkin head....and fry dem thoughts over ez
Break Your Bones Thru Your Flesh Have You Feeling Queasy
It's times like these I ask myself why, why did jesus rise from the dead when he died?
waves crash clash rocks during the rip tide
women say my tounge is like riding a slip n slide
people say challengin me is like survivin an asteroid collision
rubber grip friction smokey vision clear the way when i slice with a alloy incision//
cos my rhymes are like deep space missions that set predictions
With this truth that runs through souls of the forgotten