World's Steady Clash Game
A song I just threw together
If you want me on your track or wanna be on 1 of mines, AIM me @ perpetualSIGHT or e-mail ArticIce87@aol.com
Story behind the song
Me talking about what the world is doing and have done, really nice, check it
Lyrics
yo, yo, c'mon..lets go!!
when you little bitches catch one in the brain
don't think Live ain't the 1 who be rappin insane
1985 heads still jackin the same
packin the gats the same, and block hustlers out here rappin for fame
no names, no pictures, no bitches involved
murders and homicide on the rack still unsolved
u better hope its not me that brawl
or niggas that step up, gettin knocked into a 3000 foot free-fall
heads deflate like a airless beach ball
soft cookies, hang around still and think they b hard
bitches gettin played like a trumphet and Steve Harv.
jokes still goin around, most just be harsch
hangin up ya boxers, and ya skeet draws
with your ass stains, I'm jus the one that'll give you the thrash pains
I'm gone like porsches & ferrari's in a fast lane
houses dirty lookin like visions of trash mane
ladies gettin robbed for there house and status claim
no springs, no support for ya mattress DAMN!
those with guns, but asses have no AIM
and this is the World's Steady Clash Game..
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