stand back as i fall into my style drunken hit u wit a combanation
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stand back as i fall into my style drunken hit u wit a combanation
Fuckin run over you like the fuckin black nation
faces left painted with scars and lacerations
harts stop lungs expload fainted.. up on ur death bed with complications
ur wondering how to combat the lethal sensation of burning alive at ur fuckin cremation
Devastating.>. Never Erasing.<. End.. . Will Chop Off Thread..!!.. Wit Shadow Boxin Said ... !
Whites changed to red, Dream had me pissin in bed, Santa gives head, Cuz Dixon needs ta be fed/
and if your gonna bite my style, at least give me some cred, dont act like a fed and remember what ol dirty said
million lyrical styles to incapacitate, leave ya stunned like a million blows to ya head
Stole // Da Ball//// Read..> . The Play... Through Legs..< Around The Way/// Put In Basket 2 Lay ... /... Good Game..!!< Blaze !
scoring buckets at will....my will is to kill... i love the thrill...it's a rush i get inside...like ur girl on my dick ...ready to ride or die...
Creamin ya girls thigh had me thinkin of a twinky/ "He cant pleasure me cuz his dick iz like my pinky"/
on the street all night watching ladies/my rhymes infect ya mind like rabies/from now untill u have babys/killa rob always gonna keep it crazy/
heh
Crazy gun fights kid my eye turn lazy, Shots done faze me, even if they hit or graze me/
listen her dood, i was just chillin and relaxin/your like sumthing i need to take with a asprin/blow ya away with the lryical mack ten/
smack men smacking Lips yappin axe stabbing Im man Handling Pulmeling Slamming ,
verse two, im r-a-w, lyrically muggin u, aint rideing wit a crew
Dew Moist..... Trapped ./ Rolled Joint.. She Gives Good Head! // Laughed...: Fell On Back...!!
Tical getta is a disgrace, fuckin lace his face with mace
How U Say ... Sour Taste? ... Check Join Date../. Wit Ur 87 Posts As Of Day...// Message Sent.... Invent /... Never Forget.>!
Trigga born in the foul year of 1987, givin me the right ta pull out the 9, an leave u wif a 187
Raezah done ran da streets in 87....bundles sellin ...tech spraying...snitch slaying....T.N.T formed cuz of me...my diesel lock downs corners like ur mom walk da streets...
Accomplishin feats Performin the tasks, Robbin da robbers wif no gun only da masks/
hold ups wit white boys and fake badges...talking everything from cigarrettes, to drug stashes... whiplash from my gunblast u stinkin bastard...
Rewind the tapes, snitches play it to the jakes, Inhale it until u break, slither until u snake
i hate snakes...me be one to work wit jakes...ur more fucked up than 50 thinking he's great...
broken fates bloated by-products shape the great escape causing frosted flakes to shake
I'm causing eviction notices leaving bitches in witness protection with a pussy lip on my dick like spitting flow that hinges
doors closing pinches hands skin in harms way syringes holding drugged districts
keeping-em hostage...duct tape syringe venum dipped dull grip...making me cringe...
alcohol binge dark and gray dank displays roll with tanked cranes
Crossover.. ..< Move 2 Fame..// 21 Pt Game... /// Legs On Neck...> Insane..!!
momentum attained up by 2 frames strikes and spares played the average silently slayed
head chopped off ...now on display... pay ur admission...and watch a dj get slayed
omnipotent potential contained mountainous terrain some climbers cliff hang and die in vain
by the end of this verse, you wont ever forget my name
Lions I Tame..>. In The Jungle.. We Bundles..<. Gang Bang Ur Dame !
pounding pain ass gaping ho's get dicked the same roughly trained
I can't be blamed/ I warned you'd be maimed...
so many dumb, deaf and blind its a shame... fuck dress codes stay stained...