West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: AlerG on November 22, 2001, 02:05:49 PM
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i spin-fists, swoopin on rappers to slip-lips/
trippin on rappers, while fallin on slipped discs/
i overdose when my computer overloads/
to many rhymes to record, stuck in my chromozones/
i hold no grudges, i diminish it/
unleash a beastly metaphore before your first bar even finishes/
it's over-though, one king of the cobras-chose/
will you win, umm am i ever sober-, NO/
i keep my brew cold and my weed-hot/
buildin up a buzz, while searchin for ya womens g-spot/
i'll take free-shots, while you just wishin like 'skee-lo'/
points are awarded one by one to me like free-throws/
see-those, created a deadly-comination/
my condoms-waitin, for your pussy and palm-sensation/
if your wack ass, ever tries to touch the level of my-steez/
i'll pump your stomach then stick my pinky down your throat and make you dry-heave/
peace.
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thanks homie, peace.
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yeah that was dope, nice flow