im mad tired its 3 am the screen keeps giving me images like a digital camera
edit: i dont know why i wrote that.
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im mad tired its 3 am the screen keeps giving me images like a digital camera
edit: i dont know why i wrote that.
burnin hell, chemical warfare in a gun shell
the bell tolls for thee, fake emcees delivered unto death...shivered without a breath
drop primo over the illest sets my flow bring you close to crush depth, casette heads fucked up in the realm of magnetic
be antipicating ur every move,ma brain's too advanced,blessed with telepathy leave ya with a sense of empathy to the rap unworthy
u again kid?aint got enuf of a bashin ya askin me for a thrashin,ma style leavin ya gaspin for oxygen but ma rhymes fill ur lungs with liquid nitrogen
blacked out sniper ready to knife-yo-men//
flash bangs guns drawn wit c4 blowin pipes-open//
100pr00f'll bust ani new rap wannabes,fuckin infect ya with his dog-like rabies ya 1 post babies
i got them bitches popipng lives like the bradies//
killa bees sworm when spit keys throw fourms some one pay-me
your already gettin wages to browse forums for ages/ dont you hate it when you cant remember where the page is?
but it sucks sittin here all day i need to go to places//
im starring at a wall taking calls i rather look at faces//
and we still got people all over the world hating on races/ cracked one kid in the lip it split cause of his braces.
man i come out with some wack shit sometimes.
i know some times ur shit is mad tastless//
but dont wory we s-corp thier aint no hating this//
Rating this thread classic like enter the 36
Fiends get cha' veins ready for the dope kid/
my left eye twitches, i got a tattoo on the lid/ auction house's were flooded with bid's for my last compact disc/