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Old 07-15-2008, 11:57 AM   #306
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
Flank left defecate on your rhyme book in my backpack
Smoke some dank crank the banger slam dancer/
Flow prancer rent dressing rooms get all up in brides guts
Take her stuffing bluffing old muffins playing heads like xylophones/
In cages birds off the pager the last temptation like David Ruffin
Never bluffing call mine like phone lines but you just get the wrong number everytime/
Poverty on my right prosperity on my left, what the fuckís next condos
Blow through beats like big tits that get played like bongos Iím all cargo/
Arm and hammer camera angle security footage crime and prospect of goodness
Holding nothing but pens, pencils, paper and stencils tracing steps made before me/
Now they tagging me the next up to bagging D my steez stay All Pro Madden
Capping off victories with blow jobs and hickies/
Spitting so visually vividly I can the future in a verse
Technocratic Asiatic blasting past automatics going all tragic/

Who wanna rumble, and fumble with the most humble bee that bumbles?
Lion of the jungle eating gumby rappers like shrimp gumbo
On the case like Columbo, give em tums before he tumbles
Shots flying through ya ears for being a heavy dumbo
Ghetto dufus, style older than Rufus, left em toothless
Stole his meal, that tripled the fat for my gooses
Hood nuisance, got locked yesterday by state troopers
You winnie the pooh emcee's get dogged like Pooches
Homo thugs get pistol whipped for saying Smooches
Retarted goofus, taking your cash like eazy when he ran Ruthless
Excepting no excuses, on the run with Scrooges
And a bulletproof vest, because my ex's after me with loaded luegars
weed abusers better have five on it smoking with the luniz
You goofy bucktoothed rap groupies wish u had the balls to shoot me
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