Originally Posted by
Mister Big
(To Sleep sinatra)
I'll put my barreta up yo moms' pussy, then let the lead blow (hmm)
And keep pullin the trigger till the bullets make head holes (another hmm)
Fuckin wit me? i become a virgin, "buckin wit haste"
I got yo girl slobbin my "glue gun", suckin in "paste" (weak and forced..suckin paste?...idk)
My dick's like stress pills, without it she might kill
She's addicted to my dick like its heroin wit niquil
Should i saw yo head off and mount you, after i beat ya?
Or do u like Galelio an' drop u off the tower of pisa
Maybe i'll attach a G.P.S. and have a killa track it
Naw, i'ma "drag you" like a fag model, down a hill of cactus
^^^
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(To Sidious katana)
Fag, i heard you've rubbed more balls than Randy Johnson--
--times the amount thats' been coiled by Arroyo Bronson
You one of those short fat dukes' wita snobbery disease
I know u've sucked more balls than those lottery machines
If writing was fighting, in "ninty one seconds" u'd need a nurse now
Just like Tyson did Larry holmes in the first round
My lines "exchange" your "support", like they was dealin' foots
You use big words with concepts of children books
Don't act hard yo, i peeped yo harry potta' poster
Frontin' like u've "shot heat" when u rarely "pop" a "toaster"
ya punches are too far off....and a bit weak
^^^
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