by Rain Matrix » Jan 3rd, '07, 21:49
it's Nasty, why Ask Me, hit so Fast We smell a Foul Piece, he never Hid It's Glitches
a Needy Bitch Slain, in Immeadiate Pain, has a Bowl Release, this kid Shit His Britches
I had Begun 2 Say put tha Guns Away now ur Done 2day Discover-More-Routes
Pop Off, I Rock Jaws like Shock an Awe, son u should have Covered-Yor-Mouth
I'm Real Threaded, I'll Reveal where yur Headed, better eat yur Wheaties
Quick Speak Connections now yor Six Feet in tha wrong Direction like tha "BeeGee's"
yous a Circus, Worthless, Imperfect, I'm tha Action yur not Matching a TR Drone Hit 4 Free
yor Heard and Confused, yor Words Misused, when I beat BG, Easily it will [B R OWN] Victory
b can't Push Me Down his Pussies Brown he's a Queer in tha Hood
theres Fear in u Good, I'll merc brown like a Deer in tha Woods
Pissed Off but still This Soft Anger in his Dome only Gangsta at Home
his Flow Lacks Those Facts he gets a "rim job" thinking he Bangs Tha Chrome
I'll bust down tha Door get to tha Core tha Corridor, Sure he's Poor but theres More in Store he'll b a Sore Fuck
like 2 much liquer shots Galore hard 2 Ignore my Fo 4 and tha blood guts and Gore, this g just got Tore Up