throwback verse #1

Discussion in 'Open Mic' started by mr.redeyez, May 20, 2012.

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  1. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Peep-tha-technique,i pratice what i preach
    my life is bleak,so i fuck-tha world n left tha magnum on tha street
    20-12 ww3, who side u on tha masses or elite?
    I got so much beef,i made a matress outta meat
    u nikkas weak
    bet u tha fastest on ya feet,when u gallop-n-retreat
    i'ma savage i'ma beast
    bullets turn yo potatoe head into a scallop u decease
    in tha palace where i sleep, nothin but malice n grief
    yo word's dont carry weight like salad's n seed's
    lil buddy, kriss crossed ma' message his best bet is exodus
    bullets not pregidous,hitcha n ya legs then twist ya head like tha exorcist
    crumblin ya skeleton, fumblin -n- yellin -n-
    i'm ready to turn ya to a dummy or-a manikin
    i'ma maniac, a fucking psychopathic veteran
    tha twin hammers -r- sex deprived lesbians
    -n- you a pussy murka ya dig ya up n make ya eat tha shells again
    test
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