It's May 03, 2024, 06:18:16 PM
Grip your pens firmly, my ink'll start a tsunamiI am glad you got yourself a gun, cause i got myself an armyBlam, Blam, dark tunnel, bright light, welcome to the dead poets societyGod damn! you NASty wanabees need to B.I.G up to your papiMy hypothesis is that if you God's son, then God i beCaught in a plight, my son your theories are that of a dead man, aightAnd i feel as alive as floyd at a mayweather fightSilly mortals, out of your world, i don't breathe no airBrought a knife to this fist fight, damn right i don't play fairSucha simple verse, still you neil armstrong niggers could not reach me with a spaceship from NasaLet the final shots ring through everyones ears, Dubc is mi casa