My Style Is Inimitable
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Регистрация: 16.12.2004 Откуда: dilapidated blocks of Siberian Athens |
25 ноября 2005, 08:32
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#10 (ПС)
| 2 mega
yo, ma niga check somin i did when I started
heres ma full version
[Polluted]
Blah, I break ya legs and smash ya head
You ain’t in no position
Look atcha pussy condition
Y’all mazafuckaz runni' ya mouth
So what you say when
When I be runnin' my fangs trhou ya
Plunge 5 slugs, plug it thru ya
Use my gat to spank ya
Sure you aint be sayin' me thank ya
You aint be saying shit
Coz you’ll be blindfolded, gagged up and 6 feet deep
[Polluted]
Yo, check it
When I come thru ya hood
Y’all be shaking with fever
Mouths shut, eyes wide, bitch, cry me a river
Be sure I’m strapped and roudy
And today I feel like to play
But I aint be playin' wichu like Cassius Clay
Did to Joe Foreman
Imma knock you out with my gat
Ain’t gotta even be wastin' my lead
For ya pussy ass sucka
You aint deserve to be capped
I better whoop ya ass
Kick ya in ya face
Then slow down the pace
Right in front of ya homiz
Scare em fucks away too
Till they be down and out searchin' a loo.
[Polluted]
Yo, it’s polluted here
Representin' for my homiz
Y’all fake ass niggaz listen to me
You aint shit, fake ass gangstaz (FAGS)
Tryna copy
Yo, check it
Tonight I feel real nasty
Bezerk, bizarre, fucked up,
Gonna get wasted and get drastic
Hit the club spot ya pussy ass in it
Take a whack ass puff on that skunk joint
Approach ya table and freak ya out till boiling point
Bitch quit cryin', I aint packin' no heat
There’s helluva more ways ya bitch ass slut be dyin'
Imma slap ya on ya face
See no reaction?
Hey, bitch, get ready for a c-section
Abstraction, no ties to reality
Remember you bragged you kicked my ass?
Here’s ya last true chance
Oh, you say you’d rather pass?
Stick my leg up ya filthy lil ass
Always knew you were sissy
Loose tongue, no gun
Every word that you utter get labeled
‘fake ass’ and goes down the gutter
Mothefuck you and fuck mens
Scare the hell outta u
Force ya flee the club without ya pants
Pussy whipped saka, yeah run home
Flee bitch, you make me sick mazafaka
You there’are a lot of mothefuckas talkin' shit
They be not talkin' it to ya face
When the see it they be polite stickin' they fuckin' neck out
To shake hands wichu u show respect
But they talk shit behind ya back
Shiesty motherfuckas
Fuck y’all
Yo, polluted is here
Representin' for my homiz |