well if you want to battle then let's do the damn thang...
ghost
well if you want to battle then let's do the damn thang...
ghost
You find yourself surrounded by woodland creatures...
Lighting matches under my hat...Ghost Pirates...
Frosty mug of rum.....Ol' Los Angelos heroin epidemic,
i bust slugs that love to figure skate through me,
we had a merry war turned emcees to cabin boys
i carved Wu-Tang in his hive, you heard the stabbin
noise, rawhead rex, snake eater from dungeoun,
a web of dead bodies in the sewers underground london..
rules? fire away, u started the thread
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
i gotta go....someone will rap, peace
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
when i put pen to paper
the effects r devastating
mc's end up humiliated
as if they got caught masturbating
just like ol'dirty bastard
i get carried i dont walk
i'll attack u with lyrics deliverd at the speed of a hawk
i blast with verbal bullets
i dispurse on every verse
cruising around in a hearse
if u chat crap
i'll leave u cursed
cos' i care not 4 bullshitter's
i slap 'em upon they're faces
on a daily basis
i leave 'em nameless 4 rappin out of their anus
im a krazi UK soldier
hit me
and i'll lyrically slice
i'll react far from nice
annoy mc's like pubic lice.
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