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Straight Serious
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one of the first songs ive ever done...
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Myke John
Much love to for puttin my songs up on here... he's a good upcoming emcee check out his music good luck bro I'm Myke John, I'm going to the top. Tell your friends to come here and check me out...go! hurry the fuck up! start spreading the fuckin word... hurry up! haha jus playin, and you can talk to me on AIM at xmykejohnx if you want and let me know what you think.
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Peak #875
Peak in subgenre #460
Author
Myke John
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April 05, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 3:32
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juss startin out rhymin...
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1- i got a glock in the waist, waitin to pop, aimed atcha top n im rockin ya face wit a shot, blah, walk straight hateful, not stable, pass by me, n eye me, ill let my rage go n you strangled, yo im on the shoulder, the popo pulled my ass over, so i hit the gas, backed up, n ran his ass over, n fuck a player, im a crazy rapist videotapin ya bitch sedated, wit my dick in her face n now you angry, n im an asshole, ill getchu all amped up for a battle, n then il back down n say- "nah you cant handle this", ill babysit ya kid n let him play wit my pit, yo its the shit, when hes yellin for help n i tell him to "sick", find a rich kid n tell him, "dude, your cool", now hes in his pool, and im in his moms room robbin her jewels, and if i see ya ice shinin, i wont lie, ill prolly take it, try it on n say "its mine!", n hop in the ride waitin, - its murdah, murdah, murdah, murdah, murdah, murdah myke...{repeat} hook- murdah what?, murdah who?, its murdah myke, fuck you, murdah what?, murdah who?, its murdah myke, whassup fool? {repeat} spittin lyrically furious, jump up n get it crunk if ya feelin this, im bringin the pain, do the same if ya hearin this, its murdah myke, straight muthafuckin serious... 2- creepin up in the house party, jackin em all, wit a backpack strapped, packin up all yalls alcohol, when im followin drunk bitches stumblin expect the worst, ill knock ya the fuck out, then snatch up your purse, i say "dawg theres something on your back" so turn around, ill grab ya from the back n snap ya neck, ouch, now you on the ground, im diggin your dead mothers grave out, im sick, n man im stoned, then its "nick nack, patty wack, give my dog ger bones", murdah myke clearly is, straight serious, you hearin this?, cuz if you not my fist to ya lips, is gettin furious, im pickin up a hitchhiker, yo those are funny, "hey, how are ya?!", fuck that, gimme ya clothes n ya money, so stick this shit that im spittin straight the fuck up in yo ass, im nasty, on tracks i attack n man, you cant step to the best, dont mess wit me, cuz i got more rhymes than your bitch got std's,ha {hook}
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