West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: bez on October 09, 2009, 08:10:13 AM
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Work I quit, I'm sick of shifts so I automatically upped and left,
1st gear over with, I got talent, an unopened gift,
Time to uplift and bless mic's, like mechanics, fixed lines,
Ripped rhymes, break spines like Spanish in bull fights,
I'm so nice, so sick, so ill, Jim fix it,
i'm the custard, you the cream, out to get the biscuit,
All misfits, cant feel this, like baggy jeans over shin splints,
Watch them skins split like tightly rolled shit spliffs,
I got digs bitch, like construction sites,
Stab you in your eyes as an obtician constructs your sight,
I'm mighty, he, don't give a fuck about another,
Quick to fuck your mother with no rubber, cum up her,
Now you gotta brother, thats just how I son ya,
You wonder why I smell so good, call me Bez Fabreeze,
And I always rap bars like Cadburys,
Actually I go ape on the mic, naturally,
An I never split false I'm factually,
I'm nasty, amnesty international can't capture me,
Live a conveyor belt life, like a factory,
So bow to me, and you'll get left, right,
I'm always in the limelight like I squeezed fruit in your eyesight!
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nice flow kid
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you need to diss NIK
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nice flow PEDO
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Lights out bitch
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Lights out bitch
ARE YOU CALLIN ME OUT SON
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Lights out bitch
ARE YOU CALLIN ME OUT SON
Yeah, sure. Go for it.
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Lights out bitch
ARE YOU CALLIN ME OUT SON
Hasn't everyone?