Originally Posted by
Dead President
Stay just out of reach of enemies, but still close enough to see
And watch, as spot the block melt heads, but don't look rough to me
Too tough to beat, in a one on one physical confrontation
But still some challenge often, which isa typical form of lack of ovation
And attention, I suspend them in words of bullshit
Mind control, like i bet they won't do shit, then i pull clips
Like whats up, facial expressions change, attitude switch
Be like, what u want ,"gratitude bitch"? then be like, "fuckin faggot dudes, get"
With mags i'm taggin two kids, mentally, but really full growns
Come'in at whith silly bull poems, i fix them up with tool tones
And get them fools blown out, with full blown aid attacks
The "king" quickly slays them "jacks", soul twister, now they pray ta rats