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| cuz I like little boys im micheal jackson i touch em guns are like flat tires to me i fricken' bust 'em i spit that sick stuff to which your not accustomed like bein on beats is like r kelleys on percussion killin these tracks is like OJ on production and I thank lauren and cleff for my introduction to the same rap industry that secretly humbled me sittin by the freaken man keepin her company it's like, hip hop is george bush now the irony of it all is holding me down it's pays the rent pays the food pays the cable and lights keep me stable and tight, able to fight for my rights like the beastie boys Im not greasy tryin to be 3 DTs on GP tryin to freak these little girls im creepy but i aint that creepy i got one I'm easy pass the flashlight it's gonna be one of those black nights we steppin on toes to give em some of the act right snow schools comin avalanche warning pullin the plug you wont make it to the morning the know them goons is here when the snow turns black you hear the echoes of the strings start haunting the track new jacks jump back like they war on the tat i connect like my forearms attatched to an axe you aint gotta ask if that dudes bad ass any sumo gon get abused and thrashed you confused? oh thats jus the booze n hash thats how I move it's my fuel my gas (sniff) fuck two puffs and pass i'l take an ill to the face all that bullshit lif crashed a party wit pace full clip have you full fit all tense on your safe I'm too loose lipped _ scared of what I might say but hey... that dude don't change I'm on the autobond wrong side switchin lanes when I step into the booth to pitch them flames i gotta send the snowgoons my wings to the cage pass the flashlight it's gonna be one of those black nights we steppin on toes to give em some of the act right a snow schools comin avalanche warning pullin the plug you wont make it to the morning half of these cats are tough like pac can't walk that walk runnin when they hear me comin down from like half a block I'l make these bastards break up faster than the chicken pox got em screaming like I'm in holocaust scream for the cops gotta get these riches like two stepping from my fingers drinking inches i hate all these snitches producers act like bitches when they know they owe me that doe and I'm twice as hungry get between me and the bread and i'l eat you alive like lunchmeat thinking that they can fuck me think not your not that lucky know that they felt it without a helmet when im rougher than rugby split 'em into sections do intersections dissect them I'm nervous wreck and I'm the reason that they carry protection you know a lot a dick heads around here they got that penis envy forgive my enemies sometimes you gotta take out a friendly stompin a thousand deep like a centipede for centuries here's my legacy you get a diss counter then mention me |
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