That's what's up, the utensil a portal that leaves me immortal as I trespass between the future and the past
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That's what's up, the utensil a portal that leaves me immortal as I trespass between the future and the past
in the rat race they got a ceiling made of glass, i see the soles of those who sold they soul to floss the bullet proof nav
I snort coke till i get a noes bleed then i smoke crak but that shit dont work for me iv a buliit proof chest not a thing touches me iorn long twisted metel so pleaseQuote:
Originally Posted by murkoutz
so please... don't test me I been murder free for a while
I'm tryin' and stylin' to beat the world with a smile
proof sit back throwing money in the pile
loving life ive been bonning bunnys from the wild
who like their ears pulled when I hit doggiestyle
As I profile grab the mic proceed to go wild, I give u what u need and leave wit a smile
While I Bring The Frowns...
Of A Female Samurai Wearing A Loose Gown
Turn Your City To A Ghost Town
I'm profound with the sound downtown
Go join the circus clown I get the crown in just one round
proof drown in 100 proof drinks
drunk as fuck...i puke grapes
get millitint i shoot tanks
An axe is a tool
That I use to chop a fool
It's an overused line, but I can make it sound cool
its 12 at dawn packed ready for the duel
guns popped gold slang from broken backs of a mule
got the body fliping like its roped on the balls of a bull
techniques is immortal like ra's al ghul, leave the acting to elliot gould
drop a jewel that fuel revolutions then skate off like oksana baiul
Leave you dead, drowned in your own blood
Splashed out on street, sleeping in cold mud
heat burns off the tool that throws slug
slow drug
inhale from the bowl that holds bud