topic was cocaine rap:
When we party you don't know how crazy shit gets,
for real...we've been compared to the eighty-six Mets
shzas daryl straw. and i'll be doc gooden
and we'll watch you turn from tough guys to fags like John Goodman
yall couldnt, wanna even battle these nutty rejects
cause every time I rhyme I find myself with bloody kleenex
at open mics hollering 'me next!'
rip three sets
but badly
end up in the parking lot selling my boogers in little baggies?
or topic..murder something to DOA:
Yo this is anti anti-drugs, death of the straight edge,
those judgemental Jesus freak j*rk*ffs, that hate heads/
Thinkin that you're better than me 'cuz you made some fake pledge?
watch me drag that ass up seven flights then throw you off the eigth ledge/
uggghhhh..don't get it twisted or contorted
the pills the c0ke, everything get snorted, unsorted/
this ain't for x's on the hands,
watch the shza slit your throat while I snatch off your plastic bands.
My weekends don't involve sobriety.
this sh*t make bamas wanna try to get high as me/
Yeah this sh*t violent
you're f*cking up if your white night is silent...........
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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