i put fire to tracks.. like cigars to arms of addicts
while the DJ pulls the fuckin alarm 'n starts the panic
it's impossible to ever decipher my dart's mechanics
Im an obstacle...far too much for your hearts to manage
Shyt's rippin apart your cabbage... like an asian cuisine
Cuz i rock with the sword style of an ancient regime
Keepin my clothes baggy.. tuckin blades in my jeans
'n i love me a hoe trashy if she's shaved 'n she's clean
make her play for the team.. bitch you best be makin me green
Dont let it cross your mind that i dont mind the raping of teens
King's reigning supreme.. go make me sum dough like you know how
So what its 30 below? ill keep you clothed in an old towell
This dirty hoe.. she been down more cold roads than a snow plow
And dirty's know.. that they aint callin the Po, put ya phone down!
Last edited by ArcherPriest; 02-29-2008 at 06:35 PM.