glowing from graded isotopes, from the grave to wailing ghosts
the only remains were decayed bones and waves of smoke....
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snitchez R snifv'l'n bitchez cuz i gotz home runz on da pitchez, & i hitch kidz couzinz in tha hood dat need scriptz wit stylez from tha cryptz
standing with the canon...my weapon of choice
when reppin' my mans' and em...loud thoughts spark a deep voice.
fire in my pocket...hold the flame like no other
burn one down, pound for pound the Mos enlightened...i've blown my cover
exposed Danny Glover no lethal weapoń just a Jet Li kicking no hands if police ask blast em Waka
just got caught drunk driving, hundred dolla bond out poppin my colla like a don, this mornin im shoppin my car out the tow yard lawn
enemies are clowns like spawns,through storms remain calm
sane till my brain grows legs and my head is gone
that never drop that slang probable coz
catch a cold case body in my freezer all froz john doe head missing blood dripping from all toes feds on my trail i'm making my own lawz.