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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:31 am
[align=center]Was bored, no theme jus spittin'...
mics i crush, i cipher with the hypest rush
who want static? you would think that lightning struck
strikin down on righteous fucks just cuz what you write just sucks
ain''t nice enough... so you start bitin stuff
biting''s a crime, and that''s not to spite McGruff
i''ll arrest ya cardiac to a life in cuffs
but ya life, seems you don''t like it much
I SPIT P.C.P. so bite me and BITE THE DUST!
ya wife''s a slut who likes my nut in her eyes and butt
SPLACKAVELLI, bringin the PRESSHA till my PIPE JUST BUST!
calm down! hold ya horses and park ya ponies
yall all just narcs and cronies....
weak heart jabronies, all ya tough talk is phony
when shit pop off yall go call Mahoney!
niggaz don''t want BEEF, cuz you all BOLONEY
i''ll rip yall apart with HAWK like TONY
i murder my prey, with every single word that i say
my verbal array will leave you in the earth to decay
i heard you was gay, in San Fran, you served the whole Bay
and ya anus doubled for a place where a gerbil could play
NAS and KURTIS, if the Gold RULED THE WORLD for a day
to my feet yall would worship and pray, I''m the God!
rockin rhythms, my competition HAS NO OPTIMISM
LIKE A PESSAMISTIC CLAUSTROPHOBIC LOCKED IN PRISON
you can NOT get with him, biohazard toxic spittin
i''ll pop ya vision and have the fibers in ya optics fizzin!
lyrics got ya sick to ya stomach like botulism
and since you suck and swallow nut you gonna vomit jizm
i''m on a mission, ya witnessin colonic dissin
in the form of thirty two bars of constant shittin
the category''s statutory of this phonic rippin
i''m Tyson in his prime and the beat is Robin Givins...[/align]
mics i crush, i cipher with the hypest rush
who want static? you would think that lightning struck
strikin down on righteous fucks just cuz what you write just sucks
ain''t nice enough... so you start bitin stuff
biting''s a crime, and that''s not to spite McGruff
i''ll arrest ya cardiac to a life in cuffs
but ya life, seems you don''t like it much
I SPIT P.C.P. so bite me and BITE THE DUST!
ya wife''s a slut who likes my nut in her eyes and butt
SPLACKAVELLI, bringin the PRESSHA till my PIPE JUST BUST!
calm down! hold ya horses and park ya ponies
yall all just narcs and cronies....
weak heart jabronies, all ya tough talk is phony
when shit pop off yall go call Mahoney!
niggaz don''t want BEEF, cuz you all BOLONEY
i''ll rip yall apart with HAWK like TONY
i murder my prey, with every single word that i say
my verbal array will leave you in the earth to decay
i heard you was gay, in San Fran, you served the whole Bay
and ya anus doubled for a place where a gerbil could play
NAS and KURTIS, if the Gold RULED THE WORLD for a day
to my feet yall would worship and pray, I''m the God!
rockin rhythms, my competition HAS NO OPTIMISM
LIKE A PESSAMISTIC CLAUSTROPHOBIC LOCKED IN PRISON
you can NOT get with him, biohazard toxic spittin
i''ll pop ya vision and have the fibers in ya optics fizzin!
lyrics got ya sick to ya stomach like botulism
and since you suck and swallow nut you gonna vomit jizm
i''m on a mission, ya witnessin colonic dissin
in the form of thirty two bars of constant shittin
the category''s statutory of this phonic rippin
i''m Tyson in his prime and the beat is Robin Givins...[/align]