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Nov 28, 2006 17:18:07 GMT -5
Post by russianduck23 on Nov 28, 2006 17:18:07 GMT -5
A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothaf**kers, your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her. You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? Now I'm-a show you f**kin' with me is a felony. I'm crushin. Tell you suckers to start hushin'. Shush, no discussion, cuz I'm-a start rushin'. The payback, and I attack the pack that's wack. The black mack: brown like a Cracker Jack. Slick and quick. I got pick a bic to stick, to kick some sh*t, chicks I dick with. The One. Give up the fun with the gun, my son. I don't run, I kick mothaf**kers done. It don't matter, I make niggas scatter, teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter. Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain. I'm standin' on your blood stain. Hard to hold. I'm bold, I roll real cold. Too much soul, dick made of gold. I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell. Now get well or die like a dry cell. A rap villain. Chillin' and i don't give a f**k about a killin' cuz I'm still in effect when you're illin'. A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin. Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh. Talk is cheap. I'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep when I creep, you'll leap like athletes. Slammin'. Examine what I'm jammin'. Hey, I don't play -- I burn like a gamma ray. Labeled prey, played to pave the way.
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Nov 29, 2006 12:59:17 GMT -5
Post by jcrew06 on Nov 29, 2006 12:59:17 GMT -5
imma give it a 4
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