I come rushing through neutral Grid-lock iron fired in your zone
he comes shanking instead of spanking ya'll stank asses over-thrown
unknown face where they rest a test to date liscense the plates
Some of these kids tyson with weight bury em in the garden state
sure to damage any managers and acts they manage
theyr'e price paying it's war the night blazin'
out-side the cage kin cheer my sparatic fires flamning
blaming me and mine to be rubbed out with precise aiming
may the crowd say a-men he's paid like damon
probably making more he hates the whores
include the trolls last of the originals
fuck ya'll sub-lime subliminal submit your minerals
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by J.T.S.; 02-23-2011 at 12:55 PM.