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Old 12-21-2010, 01:02 PM   #3608
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Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
set on the path of Judas,
I can only foresee a black future for these sad sheep
following their cash feet
I give them happiness and relief for their last freedoms
their blood feeds my drums and beats,
in my kingdom the dumb speak and become too large to see
my currency is red rum and belief,
they come to me willingly and lay their souls on my sheets
displayed in prose for the streets,
my cornerstones are greed, lust and gluttony
so much is done for the double-headed coin of love and green
envy and deceit are plentiful, all are welcome to reap freely
in an ill treaty I was bound to walk all Earths and seas,
given birth to disease I served as adviser of foreign kings
sworn to secrecy,
my sword swings are born of an in-bred form of familiarity
lord of men and their shared seed,
I bare teeth against torches and ropes swinging
my rotting corpse twitches in a sulfuric and roaring breeze....
like farms we move oxes ladies love us cause we give em more screws than tool boxes
true boxers ..who can stop us? electric eel's couldn't shock us
mouth poppers get properly popped as well as crime stoppers
rocket rhyme launchers player and big baller stompers
you got to deal with the choppers for telling whoppers
No fabrications or allegations just exotic creations
work this like i was casing it's facial damage theyr'e facing
Changing formats my form mapped storm strapped raging
iron hands fiery glands bullet-proof troops on your lands
one punch tooth in your hand de ja vu like steely dan
kill-a-army til' they feel it fam then fufill my plans
murder the ave angrily stab stuck up drivers in cabs
back-up the pick-up truck through your lab
bags for the dead-beat dads parilized in their pads
you shook just a tad putting money on my tabs
peace to crabs that pinch god's that lynch
We blowing up spots phrophets still profit off the hits
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Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
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