holla back at cha boy, one liner spit fire, the real mccoy pass out steaks and shiners to snakes and biters
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holla back at cha boy, one liner spit fire, the real mccoy pass out steaks and shiners to snakes and biters
The crowd igniters, on stage with dynamite and lighters, antidote to a pit of vipers
hitin rails off the bolivian pale as michelee phifer, dumpin rat niggas in the river as if i was the pied piper
scopin yall from a far its the precise sniper in & outta flesh ricochet javelin darts travel in cyphers...
Triumph stage divers with no wires, we show up and blow out like treaded tires
we pioneers like richard pryor, strong spots is my ears yours ripped off like pliers
Plus the eyesight ain't right, hittin on Pat but say jack, she don't look like Vanna White
lol, its all good mayne,
World reachin like Mars Volta, speed of light insight, we dustin these vulturesQuote:
ruffles minolta
all about learnin, swappin cultures, tho fuck with mine wont hesitate to hurt ya
Burnt cha' to a charred crisp, affiliate with ganstas with that G-Rap lisp
fucking mariah hoes carry high pitch moan black snake attack 2 headed 2 tone
Stretch the time zones, stay blown like Hawiian trees, hits hard enough to collapse shoulders and knock knees
quarantine tha script quick, cuz it's sick & diseased