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Cross-galactic Motown meets O-Town in fine form with hot beats and tongue twistin lyrics. Rapp Music from OUTER SPACE!!!1
Cross-galactic Motown meets O-Town in fine form with hot beats and tongue twistin lyrics. Rapp Music from OUTER SPACE!!!1
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#99,050 today Peak #69
#9,422 in subgenre Peak #5
Author
Jiggle07
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2k7 darkgreen productions
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July 19, 2007
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MP3 2.8 MB 143 kbps 3:01
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in the streets... none of y'all so-called stone guards can hang when my bros and sisters, get to blowin death kisses aint no thang about how we roll gonna change sick gear, get it on right here, got the the bang bang oomkin giving groups the ill spell crit aura, send the rogue ahead like a ninja explorer, and next thing you know you're sapped like a maple, then you're sheeped..gettin bleeped, behind the stable. and you'd rather take the gear hit, and the rez sickness, then try to fuck with n.i.t.f. business pvp, alterac pvp, warsong gulch pvp mother fucker! in the streets.. i'm untouchable for many reasons, in tune with the seasons, i generate the life forces. of course if we cross blades and blood's drawn, i won't rest until your corpse is on a burning pyre pissed on by horses. yes of course, i'm gonna clown you by name, cause n.i.t.f. always brings the a-game. our strategy is borne of a tactical brilliance, your druid's throwing spells but he can't top my resilience how you feel when whatever raid you bring, ends up with all y'all, with asses in slings. we rolled up to kharazan, parked at the entrance coming too close was a fuckin death sentence how you feel gettin ganked by my apprentice? and you know you're owned.. chorusx2 better soul stone and call for help from a safe zone, cause we'll swarm it like a hornet's nest, with the what the fuck pwn. making sure we hold the line, and makin heads get flown n.i.t.f. the mighty set, where's my terrocone? cause i'm about to whip up a stack of the sickest elixirs, fuck a mixologist, i'm azeroth's master mixer! rollin through the bone wastes about to rally at the crypts saw my cat, and these busters split! those that stick around get heated up quick, and die with a curse against me on their lips breakin fools in two with my mace, kenwicke y'all, reppin not in the face! come get a taste.. 3v3, the arena 1 on 1, get it on raid on raid, mother fucker!
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