Your Done Pt 2
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 12:15 am
You Said You Got Personals Wana Know Somethin Personal I Dont Care.. True Or False Let it Air
Provin My Point On How i Get Unda Ya Skin Prolly Envolved Wit That Raiza Sharp Battle Becomin a Win!/
I Notice But i Dont Botha To Speak Like im in Silence Dissappointed I Just Fathaed a Geek
Suck a Dick Plex u BIZZARE Geek Wit- Bars Dat Aint Suitable For a Man Like a Blonde Chicks Car/
Ur Like America With Shit Bars In My Smokins Allowed So My Enemies Smokin In Crouds
Yous a Comedian Like u Jokin Out Loud Claimin U God On The Mic Like You've Spoken Out Clouds/
But Ur Like The Devil "Unda Ground" I Dont Needa Red Nose To Son u Clown To End You is Fun im Down
i'll Hop On a Track Like a Runnin Hound Dis Scum'll Drown, His Own Tears Turn To a OCEAN/
While his Legacy Burns In a MOTION..Im Teachin U a Lesson u Learnin Devotion..Devoted
To Have Your Sugar Coated Stupid Ass Toasted, Kick U Out This Field Like i Fired U Plex/
U Wont "GET UP" Like ya Shit wus Retirin Sex, Pliers At Chest Ripp Out ya Nipples They'll Wire ya Breasts
Mentally Your Shackled Down Get Ripd Apart Like the Jackle Round, The 13th Ghost Son,/
Oh you Like To Boast Dun.. About How U Get Jamm'd Up ya Ass Like Thats Where ya Toast Done
U Make Observations But Dont C The Obligation of This Ghost He Practices Domination
Wit Enemies Sitting Closely, Knowin They'll Pounce And Strt Flowin a Ounce Den a Bric Blowz Uannounced/
They Freeze Make Way Pleaze Before Ur Bait Tore n Ate Sure Ur FAKE Like "Non Fat Labels" Assured on Cakez
Watchin u Try n Jester No More i Take, I Got Enough Punches To Set a Homosexual Florist Strait/
I Live By The Code Like a Moris Trait. U Aint Split No Pussy Like ya Whore is Late..Try'd To Ridicule
Thinkin Shit is Cool Ya People Like Ay This Bitch is Kool But Nerd Runs Thru ya Molecules. Its Promised Tool/
U'll Get Demolished Fool n Be Forced To Sit in a Pit Like U Polish Pools..Yeah Knowledge Rules..
1. U Dont Have a Brain ya Dome 2. How Dis Lame In a Throne..3 Go On a Murda Spree Till This Turd Debree/
HaZarD To Rappers Even Def M-C's Have Hurda Me, & They Have Dotted Plates For The Blinds Curtisy..
Ur Own Kind, Got Me Stuck In ya Head Like "Stone" Lines.. Its Like I Wus Prince Now Cus The Throwns Mine/
Provin My Point On How i Get Unda Ya Skin Prolly Envolved Wit That Raiza Sharp Battle Becomin a Win!/
I Notice But i Dont Botha To Speak Like im in Silence Dissappointed I Just Fathaed a Geek
Suck a Dick Plex u BIZZARE Geek Wit- Bars Dat Aint Suitable For a Man Like a Blonde Chicks Car/
Ur Like America With Shit Bars In My Smokins Allowed So My Enemies Smokin In Crouds
Yous a Comedian Like u Jokin Out Loud Claimin U God On The Mic Like You've Spoken Out Clouds/
But Ur Like The Devil "Unda Ground" I Dont Needa Red Nose To Son u Clown To End You is Fun im Down
i'll Hop On a Track Like a Runnin Hound Dis Scum'll Drown, His Own Tears Turn To a OCEAN/
While his Legacy Burns In a MOTION..Im Teachin U a Lesson u Learnin Devotion..Devoted
To Have Your Sugar Coated Stupid Ass Toasted, Kick U Out This Field Like i Fired U Plex/
U Wont "GET UP" Like ya Shit wus Retirin Sex, Pliers At Chest Ripp Out ya Nipples They'll Wire ya Breasts
Mentally Your Shackled Down Get Ripd Apart Like the Jackle Round, The 13th Ghost Son,/
Oh you Like To Boast Dun.. About How U Get Jamm'd Up ya Ass Like Thats Where ya Toast Done
U Make Observations But Dont C The Obligation of This Ghost He Practices Domination
Wit Enemies Sitting Closely, Knowin They'll Pounce And Strt Flowin a Ounce Den a Bric Blowz Uannounced/
They Freeze Make Way Pleaze Before Ur Bait Tore n Ate Sure Ur FAKE Like "Non Fat Labels" Assured on Cakez
Watchin u Try n Jester No More i Take, I Got Enough Punches To Set a Homosexual Florist Strait/
I Live By The Code Like a Moris Trait. U Aint Split No Pussy Like ya Whore is Late..Try'd To Ridicule
Thinkin Shit is Cool Ya People Like Ay This Bitch is Kool But Nerd Runs Thru ya Molecules. Its Promised Tool/
U'll Get Demolished Fool n Be Forced To Sit in a Pit Like U Polish Pools..Yeah Knowledge Rules..
1. U Dont Have a Brain ya Dome 2. How Dis Lame In a Throne..3 Go On a Murda Spree Till This Turd Debree/
HaZarD To Rappers Even Def M-C's Have Hurda Me, & They Have Dotted Plates For The Blinds Curtisy..
Ur Own Kind, Got Me Stuck In ya Head Like "Stone" Lines.. Its Like I Wus Prince Now Cus The Throwns Mine/