[Sicka than aidZ]

Originally Posted by KingShyt

they callin me king shit.. way im droppin these hot loads
so what if you got bombs, son..i got the launch codes..
so watch how i stop those... from reaching enemy targets
Im preaching death to these artists.. completely retarded
'n beaten apart with... a rusty shovel til they bloody rubble
left to bleed out in a muddy puddle.. til my money doubles
evil is lurkin.. sent in the form of many lethal insurgents
fuck hiding behind computers.. i kill people in person
Like a prison needle insertion.. no sequel is certain
clearly irrelevant.. workin with the military's intelleigence
and killing just for the hell of it.. these new developments
causin panic.. just like you went 'n fucked a hoe unprotected
and when you pulled out you noticed that the trojans defective

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Masquerade of braves that celebrate the day the devils were slayed
open the shades, and sun-bathe, last of the living greats
Roses layed on the graves of our troops
that died for the truth, survivors were living proof
On the roof watching my brothers marching, while blunt sparking
Me and my Irish peeps, getting drunk, on punks were stomping
chomping on shrooms, seeing a psychedelic image of the moon
World-wide plattoon, with sun, moon, and stars we stay in tune
So stay tuned, for the finales, as my pockets hold grands
My empire expands from Beantown to Berlin

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