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sticks shot of bows flow in air threw foes below
fast or slow flow at any show pussydrip any hoe everytime wind blow a-list chics stunna headturna get cream like ted turner advanced learner with a red burner
Rest on purpose..awaken fo service.. tha best assurance wu-corp had.. invest insurance in 2 more magz..loose ya 'dog tagz'....Quote:
Originally Posted by tekunique
and clips to equal total genocide, suicide to the fags
who lay in bodybags, with the big yellow tag on they toe
Im on my rampage with lyrical displays fraying your mental, invisible to x-rays
ruin like shoe wins in to end when kicking stepping up to down smash mash when rep like lighting struck
ignite'n truckz, definein lust, only to get foe'z dead body'z in dust
spiel drivel like a pistol turning peat moss into gristle
for work the whistle like the last issue of dixie masonry
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Originally Posted by dif de la rev
chicks be chasin scary, replace'n berry, for the faceless fairyz
play horse around the world after pale steed and lost word noone reads
working the land like a brave freed man who's under the plan that's in demand
I break down the tribulations of my mental, in an essence it's all real simple, the light at the end of the tunnel shines crystal, your lines and rhymes couldn't bust a fucking pimple
Actually it did let me break it down "Left" -->"Chef" "Lagasse(i dunno how to say it but i say it "LA GOS E")Quote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
"Lagasse--> Posse"
To start my ryme fire i use the kindle,Quote:
Originally Posted by deadlymelody
Words so furious they make the bravest men tremble,
Thought you seen me before but don't know who i resemble,
Writin stories of war Before Beowulf fought grendel
Pen full of lyrics try to get out
ILL with it and yet my style you doubt
start from finish work ends to diminish the means of replenish
as play with the stimulants that put them out as bent
i make the best bleed, smoke a mc like he sess weed
fuck guns, im hangin nunz with blessed beads
got u sippin honey like absessd beez//
manfess keys in coke i cock animal-testies//
molest teens ima mess compard to wet t's//
use brackets from taxes to lay waste the the wackest entreating the slackest to the shore off the harbor with self doubts in store
I had a shot of the eveclear and everything was clear, end of the night I had 20 girls's braziers, asleep on the stairs with the women in pairs
taking the skin from the end making ends of the best of them
breaking the dermis like the seal on the thermos
burn holes in the internal infernal
locked in the skin twisting in turn the the shell like turtals
every murda got 2 ways of the medal/
dont hurt ya im here to fuck yall//
there are pussy lips, on a vagina mitt, to cock hold a cob – dick, doing heimlich - until spits
people straight bleed, havoc I wreak, on cd or streets
multiply the shells by the increase degrees of hell
give plugs like slugs to salt the thugs who claim to bug the core of hard love
in mean time enjoy the slime to slip your mind while life itself starts to unwind
eugenics is the self directed, fake thugs go schizophrenic when in misdirection, all pussy c-section
get poked, gang green and aids infection
where can i get a copy of formula for thg cure?
what the fuck
I got jehova slain, i don't cry ova pain, cuz i puff fat dimes of novacaine
i point my Gun with a far from sober aim tryin to throw some water on the angry ogre's flame
i hope im sane ... ah well i'll just soap the brain ' The Funky drunk ' huge letters wet paint soak the train
emits punches like a holy fist, my crew shows me bliss, while we bully clitz
and drop perfect shots like a kobe swish
drop shots like cuts upper to the gut leaving the witnesses asking what the fuck taking heads like peds walking with the dead over the airwaves saying enough said
shot lip like a hand grip on the tech to get wreck with vocals that be local from the bay area where display the giant form of elephants that defy ants in size bets realize
its spooky like staring at still eyes ur girl feels guys when they fill rides//
im just crazy like that cuz i peel knives and stab wit bannanas when i kill lives//
big sound be for pound stick big when carry ground like air waves thunder the wonder that bug for days a maze of men meant to be sent asunder under a sun like wander be lost
He's heartless, throwin' darts this sick, but whatever, too many times,
I remember where my mind's endeavour was cleverly inclined by these spine-severing letters
and i make you suffer to make me feel better/for me everything mean nothing
so i don't care if i'm in the way when them bullets is poppin
i'm stoppin them with my hands like it's some matrix shit i'm rockin