silly big man from the east, straight out of 110th a beast on the loose, so wild like im drinkin crunk juice with lil jon, cut them dreads u aint jamay-kawn, you a fake convict like akon, king size mattress is what i lay on, cuz im rich sellin crack layin snithces in the ditch. i pack the mac milly, mess with me get hung-high-silly.
critics aint say nothin nice, bitter, like head lice, you like a couple of dead mice, put cheese in the trap, smokin weed and i rap mess with me you better adapt, to the life of pain, the life where all it does is rain, up in these hard streets 5 minutes you get slain, shread ya skin like grain, slumped over, stain on the ground, says you missin on the milk box call crime stoppers, nevermind that in the club with some head boppers bumpin my music, please dont abuse and steal my rhymes, have you blowin in the away like wind chimes.
2006-11-09
02:41:24
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