ok ill start us of agen
ok ill start us of agen
it about time we had a rapper with the rhymes of a lyrical geneis
u must b takin the piss cos u cant have lyrics like this
re write this allready writting lists//angent scrols show how to give death with a heavy hitting kiss//
grippin gold plated mics w/ both hands i rule venus, and watch whack lyricists ride on an emcee's penis
niggas get mad when the dick they rode and had gets blown off like a distant dad
im a lean mean killin machine // thinkin up schemes and crushin yor dreams
still standin tall
collaspe ya frame, deplete ya spleen, the glok westside connects, givin ya spine a gangster leen
double teamed, thrown behind bars with dope fiends, when they rip the seams of ya jeans youll be wishin for methamphetamines
while i'm terriorizing ya squad, barrel Fat and ready to crack, to the back is where you'll lean
im ridin around my hood with them thangs clean
basic shit i spit as i evade clips and dip to the strip with the green house and rubber to grip
im spittin my bullets and strippin my clips and killin my enemies with huge potatoe chips
i fry niggas like finger food, tell they crew don't forget the dip
Dont trip form the mystical thought, got you bough,t cross your heart while im throwing darts
Apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge.
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