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6/6/06 --- Devil's Night
Envision murder,
destitute and lawless
Bend a frame,
break the game,
soon I show my money makin' prowess
I'm flawless
May not be the illest
but doper on a mic
than the latest fool ya feelin
imagine me at my height
fuckin 20 years old..
And the money's getting thin
man the hell up
and break that fools chin
let me in.
Or I'm kickin down the door
the game may be yours
but I'll get the world
in an attempt to even out the score
I don't adore you
I ain't that type of fan
I respect the work that you put in..
but hardly the man.
I'm grand
worship me if you will
I keep it real
ill type skill
I spit shit that I can feel
What about you?
spit savage and rude
I might approve
but your bars are about as tight
as your girlfriends loose
verbal abuse
weave a word noose
tackle your amibition
get your girl
and play some duck duck goose
I'm fucked up too.
Lost my mind a minute back.
You lookin for a fist or a bat
cause I can give you that
and on the sixth day
of the sixth month
of the sixth year
god said
"Fuck Timmy.."
with a smile and a tear..
all bile and beer
fire spitter no doubt
livin' rugged for clout
My son would really shout
if she'd have let him out
Boom! Blou!
Smash! you like marvel comics
theres something wrong with your head
if your not astonished.
By the treachery of your fellow man
how a labored plan
can get fucked up by just one hand
It's just one stand
One damn man who'd give his life
just to live it right
...fly paradox, fly...
now I sail with my kite
my hearts dark and hollow
like nas's tomorrow
you want some words to borrow
here's a lyric you can swallow
I've got a big dick
now I'm a rapper too right?
On the realness, real thick
ensuring that the pussies tight
It's devil's night
and I'm out to get me some violence
bout to break out the science
and have them molotov's flyin'.
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