by Big-T » Feb 24th, '07, 18:57
my drop:
I got intelligent bars, that are so deep, they'll leave you with skeleton scars
This guy Global will be left Local with his primal organs in a medicine jar
It won't be long after this dwelled survival that you'll become well suicidal
So you can feel the wrath of hell's revival or visit Jesus & the twelve disciples
U may not no of me flowing, g, but dissing u is a big part of my poetry
And this knife in ur back will leave u on a hook like Marsha of Floetry
Clones are people two.