damn beyatch, i thought you was on to my position
well resume the position, back on ya knees, don made me make decisions
incisions, provisions, this cat had a litter of kittens
cudly soft and cute, not brute, take break ya mistered mittens
ya don givin, we dried vocab and writtens, for lifetimes
ya'll RB supporters out there, gon give it up for nice rhymes
poor mutha fuckers there in rb dot com
still be wonderin please, where we gon get some words from
we took em all, woog, theres nothin fuckin left, ya devil
settle, we don settle down arite, on a different fuckin level
ima take you with me dawg, wev' you gon like shit or not
take a fuckin dump on, you thought i was bout call it off
Aiight u aint who i thought, aint surprisin wit whack drops...
This fags pants drops, beggin for it from his madd pops...
Kid u aint ever had glocks, blocks or rocks, all u got is biscuits...
Dont b trippin at me jus cuz i taken my chance, n u..u missed it...
Taken yo ass n kicked it, to da curb herb lyrically wit words...
U beatin me? absurd, u gettin sliced n served like some ourderves...
Or worse...fuck it, i gotta head out now got some bi'ness...
When i come back i'll continue to serve u, cuz u near finish.
Gotta bounce yo, keep dissin cuz i know u is, i'll b back in bout 3-4 hrs to diss u rite back yo.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
i had the glocks be, seven years in forced cadets
chick magnetic, brilliant aesthics, gun clean as a fuckin casket
lil bastard, not who you think i am aye, inspect it, gadge it
do i gotta say it straight to ya face, ya like never e-fuckin-magined
ya never had it, shit, i thought you expanded ya bandwidth
ya in a bandage, ya never managed, ima savage
garden this bag, you shoulda known that, i'll always av gas
spittin nitros, juss like ya like diss, ive had a madd past...
whats ya name out there dakore.... i see ya fuckin peepin
leave that shit for woogsta, he gon fuckin eat it...
but yeah.... i'll check at five, got get up fo work
a-choo-(jerk)- nice skirt and shirt, never had a verb
ima mega blast ya ass back packin the past
convicted captain cook... you get this shit at last
sweet dreams, from down under
im comin atcha from australia,
i fuckin rhyme and lyrically play wit ya
im here to stay and i will say to ya
fuck you and have a nice day ya cunt
Last edited by STAY-Z; September 13th, 2004 at 10:28 AM Reason: tell it straight
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