Mac u Ready 4 War (lol jussa friendly joke)
Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 5:19 am
Im Sick like Cock Spit, its the Hot Pick so Stop & Watch This,
I Pop Pircks like bottles of Cris and for what its worth you couldnt Stop Piss,
The damage is massive to the whole Mass of Asses,
Cops harrass us so we Stash the Grasses, its Passed the Flashes,
Ive Crashed & Mastered, my Craft of Rappin, so till I Pass my Ashes,
Ill Rap Fantastic, and spit Trax so Drastic Classic like Jurassic,
Take the Tapes Back to Basics, and I Dont Hate but Mac yuh Tasteless...(j/p),
InFact yuh faceless, such a Fake and Disgrace Kid,
Jus Sayin I Aint Playin, But im Blazin hotter than Satan eatin on Cajun,
Lets Smoke some Bomb, and maybe later on I can Choke yuh Moms,
Wit my Pole and Balls, so yo Flaw be Calm, I didnt mean any Harm,
Ring the Alarm, you know you be Singin that Song,
In the Shower for Hours wishin you could Poke that Flower,
Spit Fire? right you have to dream and Hope to Devour a Joke ora Coward,
Stupid fagget keep Strokin on Howard, and Snortin that Powder,
Gettin the fake sence of Desire & Power yuh styles Tired & Louder,
Sayin your fuckin a Modelin Bitch, hahaha how is that true when your Motto is Dick,
Breath stinkin like a old Bottle of Piss, Im full throttle but your to Hollow to Twist,
jus Follow the Fist, into your mouth i bet your could Swallow my Wrist,
Ina Jist you'll prolly jus Develope a Lisp, Stick my Dick in yuh face and Swell up yuh Lips,
Yous a Bell Hopin Bitch, tell the end of days we'll still be Flowin & Droppin the Hits...
get up....
I Pop Pircks like bottles of Cris and for what its worth you couldnt Stop Piss,
The damage is massive to the whole Mass of Asses,
Cops harrass us so we Stash the Grasses, its Passed the Flashes,
Ive Crashed & Mastered, my Craft of Rappin, so till I Pass my Ashes,
Ill Rap Fantastic, and spit Trax so Drastic Classic like Jurassic,
Take the Tapes Back to Basics, and I Dont Hate but Mac yuh Tasteless...(j/p),
InFact yuh faceless, such a Fake and Disgrace Kid,
Jus Sayin I Aint Playin, But im Blazin hotter than Satan eatin on Cajun,
Lets Smoke some Bomb, and maybe later on I can Choke yuh Moms,
Wit my Pole and Balls, so yo Flaw be Calm, I didnt mean any Harm,
Ring the Alarm, you know you be Singin that Song,
In the Shower for Hours wishin you could Poke that Flower,
Spit Fire? right you have to dream and Hope to Devour a Joke ora Coward,
Stupid fagget keep Strokin on Howard, and Snortin that Powder,
Gettin the fake sence of Desire & Power yuh styles Tired & Louder,
Sayin your fuckin a Modelin Bitch, hahaha how is that true when your Motto is Dick,
Breath stinkin like a old Bottle of Piss, Im full throttle but your to Hollow to Twist,
jus Follow the Fist, into your mouth i bet your could Swallow my Wrist,
Ina Jist you'll prolly jus Develope a Lisp, Stick my Dick in yuh face and Swell up yuh Lips,
Yous a Bell Hopin Bitch, tell the end of days we'll still be Flowin & Droppin the Hits...
get up....