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Old 01-03-2011, 01:03 PM   #3615
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
dead cha best by the way of the west, didn't cha know I am the best/
ref the game, check down your lames, garth brooks ya looks
hold cha colt my colds be frostly brewed didn't cha know I knew/
out cha tandom by the words I laminate animate
cammera stakes bananna cakes pie up your cute wives/
ain't gon lie wondering why i'm the villian ya wishing you was
cold cut throw dubs at cha bro's sluts side swipe ur iron mics/
at the gist of looking pist I can switch frames operate from maine to queens
checking in by any means neglected chin check it best western from the east/
sniper rifle eifle tower your wild isle now by the nile
I am the ships best sailor, sales man dead end/




A monk but not felonious call out the phoniest
skillz wrap-up the year's end my technique dropped the loneliest
the pigs coming with hounds wondering where i slid
in the mountains snow-capped huskies running my sled
bounty on my head the county wants me dead
i fed crooks a crooked communist with a red book
trying to put me in prison his visions cooked
ratting on your fam that's a bad look
dropped from a red hook your props are took
mc's so feminime they rap rocking pocket-books
thieves pocket books unaware i have more in store
your value only worth a penny or more
cats want to play rough but aren't built for a war
flow from the sea to the shore to the earth's core
a darkman shining the light of the lord
you want the mic before you strike die with the cord
flex in the accord chess pieces knocked off the board
rappers running the bill-board's sounding bored
giving in to frustration i fractured the skull of Satan
with the battle-axe attack with nerves shaking
adrenaline rush a touch of facination
shots like vaccanations til' i free the nation
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