We body bag cliques, after shots lick through dicks of faggots//
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We body bag cliques, after shots lick through dicks of faggots//
who sought to bring da dragons of hip hop??I did neva hid behind R&B or Pop,
Been doin this since da age of 4 I aint gonna go easy on sucka MC's any more
end your life support, restore whats mine fa sure! deliver'n lines thats pure!
i enriched the flow like windmill
pills when i'm trippin flippin G flags b dippin
whippin' children like slaves that owned by Romans, emcee Barbarian severe heads like Conan, my effigy evolved in your brain like bad memories, Dick and Bush 8 year entity, kinky or creepy?
the poltergyst appeared discretley....then possed my body and used my own mind to beat me....
Mental museums build shrines to playback rewind, three bases loaded get struck out or get shut out, hit the clutch when you shift gears, you under the influence CHEERS
I was flowing off this one..........Quote:
whippin' children like slaves that owned by Romans, emcee Barbarian severe heads like Conan, my effigy evolved in your brain like bad memories, Dick and Bush 8 year entity, kinky or creepy?
Media cheifly be the ones whippin the mental slaves like a child misbehaved, brainwashed and misguided from the cradle to the grave
and my mentals en-slaved..broken spinal chord danglin like old rusty chains
hand cuffed to a furnace in hell being tortured for days
drugged out of conciounous with a rat in a cage attatched to my face
killin queers with fire when i britishly light a fag draggin garbage cans filled with human inhabited body bags.
the shotti bangs at all your gang son you know im official
watch me peel ya wig back and clean up the scene with ya facial tissue
brass knuckles and a pit bull....air you out till you whistle
the blocks always hot when i pop off some heat seeking missles
That'll blast through tissues, driveby on your funeral and murder all those who miss you,
To those who always live in fear of da truf......my rhymes are eternal like my youth
piss on your grave, maybe shit to
dig up ya stinkin coarpse juss so i can still diss you
prop you up down town and lets the homeless eat you
ravenous blood lust rippin threw bone gristle