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i wreck geeks/
with my techniques/
ya girl looks like a beast,all straight thugs stay distant../
she got such a Big Apple, her throat got its own subway system../
said i'd come hard on things bout orbit, large shit ta space dust../
n when ya heard, ya begged me to start with Uranus../
but fuck our solar system, i'll still leave ya milky bitch../
keep givin you money shots..till ya face is filthy rich../
i heard you were favored to win, which is rare mayne../
i beg to differ,whereas you beg for food scraps n' spare change../
but the audience aint totally empty,when ya try rockin sets../
as its all ears... cuz the crowd chopped theirs off n' left/
checked ya last match,ya underwear left soiled n puddled../
ya must study witchcraft, way you had Toil with trouble../
ya come with harry potter type shit, im serious jerk../
so ima turn your ‘losing spell’..up into an ‘imperious curse’ ../
specialises in deep throat, so when he next in ya hood../
he dont mean he near by, sayin he in the ‘neck of the woods’ ../
its clear this fag aint rockin chicks, orbs the first to hop on dicks../
gets kicks outta makin passes at guys,like ballers wit sponserships../
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My boo guna work the avenue...my Nat'll fuck you up if i ask her to.
Last edited by Charles; 10-11-2003 at 03:58 AM.
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