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Post by [Explicit | Memories] on Mar 20, 2009 22:16:50 GMT -6
You missed it, I'm ballistic and off the handle, like a roman candle, a trophy upon my own mantle, Jesus without the sandles, complexion sand or the camels, but I still feed flocks, with lyrics or nine shots from a nine glock, do you hear it I hope you fear it before it pop, cause your face I will smear it, all over a t shirt for rest in peace in the dirt, we merc with slurred words as you hurt I got murdurous intentions, I'm here to service your endin's, the furthest you gettin, dementia beginin, when beginin to finish, I'm a be endin tha gimmicks, here ta dimish ya image, an before ya finish a sentence, I'm pretend I'm a menace, as I sneak up in da game, nickname phantasm, I creep up to ya dame, my famed lyrics make her ears orgasm If I said my Nigga Shane, his name seeps into ya membrane, you lames then feel shame, as you begin to blame, yourself cause you just came, and we just begun, the fun is never to run, out like powder out a gun, like I spit leaving you numb, Shane's nickname, chevy built like a rock, a rock holdin twin glocks with sixteen shots, they hot off tha block, skeetin shots like a c*ck While my nick name porn, cause I was hardcore, before I was born, now you scorn while yo face was torn, this a remix storm, as I change my flow, fluorescent nicknames, my name AND my chain glow, while you grow slow, like my patience, you a "save this" hoe, kinda like a now and later, you feel wow'd now, while yo b*tch bow down later, swallowin my d*ck, like a escalator Now put all of that, TO this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sz2qJzBviBs&feature=related
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Post by [Explicit | Memories] on Mar 20, 2009 22:40:31 GMT -6
I see with eyes simplisctic, how could I have missed it, I see the world like vango, sadistic and cryptic, descriptive, I write a vision of sorrow, depictin a rain without glisten over the morrow, I hearden my heart, an I'm startin to mark, down the days until I may follow, a rainbow, to her heart, where I can swallow, breathe, make her pain slowly depart, I wish I could cheat, or at least exchange the pain in my cart To: www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7hj-FZTFh0&feature=channel
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Post by [Explicit | Memories] on Mar 20, 2009 22:54:42 GMT -6
You're all dying, each day deader inside, Me and Shane riding, how veterans ride, he wants to ride suicide, we talkin about do's, you wanna try suicide, forty five make ya chest swole, I attest to the whole, theory of death, test my flow, you gone fear me to death, but don't fear me, respect, and the respect will reflect, unlike ya vest, doe don't stress, cause I will never neglect to put yo ass in check
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