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Old 12-29-2010, 10:23 AM   #11
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
You ain't screaming Willie Beaman in the stands your a leader of MEN
Your the freaking Quarterback, start acting like one/
when Iím scrabbling like Donavan McNabb,
throw out cha challenge flag/
trying to tackle me like Mike Vick
you ain't spitting shit when I come in style and eclipse the sun/
you can be flawless yet no ring like Dan Marino
or you can go to encino like Steven Young and win four passing titles/
thinking you can rival rhyme marvel hating hard
I can M-V-P your team just I am not Tom Brady/
you can Matt Schaub your mob in every Texan Game
I'm J-E-T Joe Namath, making predictions, then they come true/

show me the cash before i spazz trick the Jedi mind like Vinnie Paz
eyes low spinning grass or swindiling bags
Dude with the mask to splash his chin on the crash
you die flying the Delta explosive landing
my doses slamming another marley smoker jamming
Jamacia dime ramming break em in standing
On the balcony greet em with wounds to the knee's
Another empire built off a crime spree my mind's free
devoted to throwin' darts to puncture hearts accepting no pleas
Snow falling pass the ski's clear mountains at ease
Headed east to finish the scroll uncontrollable hip-hop fetish feast
we bad weather the beast dead where they sleep popped head on the sheets
Still live coming with the ill vibe my heathens will ride
the price don't matter to splatter a bladder
Had you fooled wool covering eyes government lies
Red rockets to bloody skies sniper pride
priveliged to blast ski with the masks
if i don't escape incinerated fast
Stop the running, fumes, and gas
finish half a verse then it's resealed in my stash
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