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Just me...middle class kid from the suburbs doin' my thing, livin' in Richmond now.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,016
Peak in subgenre #6,972
Author
The Truth
Rights
Fuck yeah!
Uploaded
July 13, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Imma fly to hawaii where this guy resides quietly/
Position ammunition Then flip the switch violenlty/
Rip eklipse to bits when the shraplen splits his lips/
Incisions slit his wrists like decisions to call it quits/
Your soft like gelatin a the Cosby relatives/
Cause like them hanson kids, bitch your talentless/
When you challenge this your bound ta miss/
Left allowencless, like empty acount balances/
Your powerless, like fish out their elements/
Talkin shit, you aint a felon your just jelous-bitch/
Left you melon-less Im a produce larsonists/
I throw arson-fists that spark your cartalidge/
And most ya arteries, my artisty is carnage see/
And Im tarnishin' ya win column with velocity/
Commit atrocities when you spit to me/
You need to see a speech doc to remove that weak talk/
You can' run with me, all you do is speed walk/
Your in deep thought ponderin ya situation/
Impeech you from Da spot, like clinton Administrtions/
You a plain simulations, your emulatin' elevation
We tradin' spaces and I'm takin' decorations
Your education's basically an ending statement/
Cuz you suck period, thanks for the demonstration/
The only stipulation is your anal penetration/
Like lovers caught in laces, you're dominated/
And Eklipse is the head mistress of infinite/
Thats why turned Insight celebate with your dick/
Cuz he tears your skin every time you enter him/
And he's sick of it, so he sticks to masterbation/
At least use anal eze jeez, have consideration?/
Buy some lubrication and some pain medication/
There's no hesitation, I'll seperate ya skull plate/
And agrivate ya brain waves cause you to have a headace/
Its dead space between ya ears is hollow spots/
I hard to swallow, like liquor but I breach tops/
You commin' weak, but you sweeter than Peach Schnaps/
Ya reach stops here, just short of wreckin' my jaw/
You got illegal procedure, hold up Im checkin' the law/
Settin' the fall, you come down crashin' hard/
Your type set stutters, like you hittin' the dash bar/
I laugh hard at ya bars, but Im not laughin' with ya/
Like pirates peepin art, you can't see the whole picture/
Like a halogen light fixture, you'll never blow me out/
I'll seal ya valves to ensue a drought/
Steal ya vowles so you tap out/
I brought clout that I doubt you have/
Cuz I shatter glass in this shoutin' match/
Grab your grass skirt and expose you swiftly
We know your glad which explains the stiffy/
Did you miss me, or is beef strictly for your hubby/
Ya nose is running, or is that cum from your chubby/
Your quite becomming with those coconuts on ya chest/
We know the rest, you cross dress to impress/
Stressin' hip checks, like members of a cooler group/
Take your crew and strangle em with your hoola hoops/
You can't fool the news cuz I cruel in booths/
Even if you were dentists, you couldn't uproot the truth/
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