West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: DH2002 on March 28, 2002, 04:36:00 AM
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i run shit like a mandatory construction site/
you still wouldent come to light if u where to grab steal or bite my lyrcs, cause the'll haunt like spirits/
witch craft in a path of un writtin rituals biblical from subliminal intentional, with critical functions pre-planned/
but on tha other hand, pick for your self, im tha wax u had to put back on tha shelf catchin motherfuckas slippin like mines/
blowin ya a new ass at different times, your not even a bitch at its prime, if u want i can kill 300 people and have u to take in a single file line/
my files where destroyed so they couldent hold me beyond there jurisdiction, i will stick u with lyrics that make u come back scratchin and tweekin like a drug addiction/
lethal exstentions that hit like encryption from a double sucerity prison on lock down because of a riot, i spit acid like bodly fluids wana try it/
im tha type to stab u 50 times and tell u to be quite, as ur body shuts down from loss of bloods with 2 heart attacks at once u gotta try it/
im bringin max payne like to veins that poped after a line track, i will be ya homie since birth and still stab u in tha back/
with attacks as battle raps im more of an impact then tha planes strikin tha word trad center/
kill ya mom inside ya livin room unlock tha door and tell u to enter/
diseased like mental patience infected with VD and aids bitin people with medicine i only get sprayed/
no effects take place when mase, is tha trace un erased like all my vital signs have been missplaced/
homicidal maniac with thoughts of killing every 2 seconds locked in a cell i escaped that hell, but im still snap proned cant u tell.....
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you're pretty decent...
welcome to the board