The new song is called "It's Sticcy"...its deff not my best but i think i need your guys input on it..
hears the link http://www.myspace.com/sticcyz313 tell me what yall think
heres the lyrics:
yo just like a needle, i pump it in yo veins, this is hot poisen, that leaves brain cells stained, and just like a pimp, always with a cane, im always with a chick, and my mic in hand, but im changin it up, i guess ill go cooprate,
give me a boombox, and ill advertise on my dorrsteps, have so many plays, id be known as a playwriter, man im mortal combat, and you street fighter, and yes im casucasion, you aint got to remind me, slap you faggots so hard, it make you dry heave,
droppin rap bomb shells, havein baby mommies, commin on show montel, hows that baby mine, when ya datin ole shawntel, well mite as well go for the gold, cuzz i wouldnt leave you alone, no money no home, and even a nice guy, which surprises me,
give money to a charity, then go to proson for fandling,
guess whos back, with some lyrical destruction, whether its horrorcore, or lil john crunk shit, rappins a six sence, without it i cant funcion, got no advice, but i take this assumtion, ill gotta figure life out, so ill just debunk it,
but i got a big ego, theres no point in hidin, i hate crunk music, thats why mines defient, make a livin off rappin, about man bear pigs, and that one fag chris croker, have my cd banned, for sayin fag to often, well if you got problem,
you gotta take it up with me, cuzz i fired my security, i told to kill roisie, choke with a twinkie, and my best guard, came back with a wiener dog, named slinky, and you idiots hear dat line, no tellin what you feel,
and that my only problem, i didnt think scott peterson killed anybody haha
holdin my carbord, will rap for money, talkin about the struggle, piss on bling on money, why want t-pain when i got my boy sunny, and why want a new house, trailers are as stunning, people always askin me, why i dont like the brighter things,
i see white light man, anything can be a masterpeice, you fussin bout gasoline, i sit back and laugh at whats happening, cuzz i dont care that much, i got 2 big of an ego, i could be weak and feeble,
and win a fight, with big beanie seagle, you people beach tourest, and im beach seagul, a wade in the woter, until i hear poppin pringles, then i attack you, like ive been 80 years single, man im actin as crazy,
as the first time i heard great melinko, haha yien knooow