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Post #10
2 repliesYou wroteon April 25, 2009 at 3:13pm
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its ronverse dont be making me start breaking knees
got a family of bastard verses just from rapping beats
smoke jamacian trees from a farm to calm my temper
alarmed i spit my charm and enter your mom's placenta
or after birth, then laught at her yeah that'll work
im sure of it a massacre of poser kids that know im sick
nastier....... im the best at this,
my chocolate bars are extra sick enough to molest a kid
i dont dress bad im the reason for the next fad
im so ahead of time, if i go back i get jet lag
and i can bet that they want me to start caring now
im airing out dirty laundry infront of your parents house
brings the carrots out wait till you fall asleep
my roar will overthrow any vocal cord and call it weak
solid beat smile when i flex styles for the viewer
no need for me to show guns like mauricio rua

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judging from my skin pattern im t and a's bin laden
been having so many gifts pretend im santa like tim allen
got the tools to be a nice man they can f*** ing tell
blinded by jewellery im the iceman like chuck liddell
got love from hell the bible wrote scriptures of me,
japanese tourists on a passing bus take pictures of me
camera's flashing at canada's captian captured in action
world champion aint no amatuer rapping i got the passion
so i use my music to get the respect plus power
i move crowds like city transit during rush hour
crush cowards if there's a problem i work it out
swallow dynamite like the mask then burp it out
my enemies hurt with clout get pissed sore and bitter
my battles on soundclick get hits more than twitter
aint nobody murking me wont be deceased or killed
diseased or ill so decrease the degrees of mercury and chill