White madwest emcee from Wichita, Kansas. Born in 1980 in El Dorado, Kansas and still on this Earth for a reason.....to create music out of positive and/or nega
Emcee Stove......The nicest MC to ever touch brown dirt from ground Earth......dont sleep....peace.
Lyrics
x2
I've been to the pits and crawled out/
That's why I'm so sick go balls out/
Put dick to a bitch get sprawled out/
I swing for the lips if called out/
I've been to the bottom I've fought for air/
I swim for the top not stoppin there/
I'm not the best but I'm close at least/
I'll crush your chest if you poke the beast/
Leave your head so cracked you could smoke a piece/
In a warehouse tied up no police/
Listen to you beg I can feel your fears/
Scared to speak cause I kill careers/
Last man standin' the fittest survive/
Fought for my life and still I'm alive/
Never met another motherfucker quite like this/
As I grip the mic with my lightning fist/
Quit talkin' shit and come fight me bitch/
Or give up the hate n you might get rich/
I can take you to the top drop you off at the bank/
Or keep on talkin n walk the plank/
x2
I've been to the pits and crawled out/
That's why I'm so sick go balls out/
Put dick to a bitch get sprawled out/
I swing for the lips if called out/
Not about music, ya'll about cash/
Let it be known I'll bust yo ass/
Not the one to fuck with, I go hard/
Family deep like the National Guard/
Everyone can die right here right now/
See it on the news, oh my, oh wow/
Tried to be your friend but you blew me off/
Like Chucky to the end my Kalashnikov/
On a track you tuff, when I'm there you soft/
Done been to the pen, spread, squat then cough/
What it look like, Bohanan, ya'll better know/
How to throw hands when theres no where to go/
Or you get choked out til it all goes black/
Radiator hose in your goddamn back/
Gladiator School, don't group on the track/
And props to those who know all about that/
x2
I've been to the pits and crawled out/
That's why I'm so sick go balls out/
Put dick to a bitch get sprawled out/
I swing for the lips if called out/
Momma said try and try's what I did/
Look at me Ma, I survived the pen/
Rapists, killers, chomos, thieves/
Nerds, faggots, homos, dweebs/
Never got a visit never got no mail/
Fuck everyone let me rot in jail/
Seven years I sat there, lonely, broke/
Writin these raps was my only hope/
Hold on Jason we'll be home soon/
Look out the window, hello moon/
Wanna go there spaceship walk around/
Leave kswiss foot prints 'cross the ground/
Might find life, aint never been found/
Introduce strings, percussion and sound/
Make a song out of nothin', an get somethin' back/
Come-strong-stop-bluffin and destroy a track/
x2
I've been to the pits and crawled out/
That's why I'm so sick go balls out/
Put dick to a bitch get sprawled out/
I swing for the lips if called out/
