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I ain't trying to see you rot-in-a-cell/I'm trying to see you at taco bell, puttin extra sauce-in-my-shells/
Quote from: AlerG on July 11, 2005, 09:56:59 PMI ain't trying to see you rot-in-a-cell/I'm trying to see you at taco bell, puttin extra sauce-in-my-shells/Bwahahahahahahaha!Good shit, homie.
Some shit I wrote to one of DJ Sparrow's beats. One of the hottest instrumentals I've ever heard. Easy.I'm tired of y'all dissin'~the~left, I'm fit to rip~in~ya~chest //It's Rob Keys, yeah...the Prince~of~the~West //You might say I'm kinda sick~in~the~head... //I stick the clip~in~the~tech, *BLAT! BLAT!*, put you children~to~bed //I got game like Jordan~N~Bryant... //Pullin' hos all day, tell ya chic stop blowin'~my~Sidekick //Fuck spittin' gold...my vocals~is~priceless //Punchlines causin' moments~of~silence...[silent pause] //pretty dope, cuz. I've already~been~locked~up... //Stressed~with~a~glock~tucked, Feds find you dead~in~a~popped~trunk //So keep poppin'~ya~tongue... //You don't need to have a cavity to catch a damn shot~to~ya~gum //I know y'all wanna see me locked~in~a~cell... //No fam, no friends, no girl just rottin'~in~jail //And what's worse? Y'all wanna put a stop~to~my~wealth //So I'ma scream "fuck the world!" and put a shot~in~my~self [BOOM!] //~1~