West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Hatesrats™ on October 24, 2001, 05:24:42 PM
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The siccmade
anti-bitchmade
insane
shack full of enemy skullz and remain's
as your life drain's
the color red
we re-paint the walls with your lifeline..the color dead
that's murder by the gallon (we want Blood)
ever seen a head split wide open like a smashed fucken' melon?
equipped with a lyrikal sledge mallet
as the hole in your head decreses your chances of having balance...lol
you fell off!!!
And you can't stand up with no leg's
Now I know how it feels to beatdown a bum who always beg's
yo soft duke..
And I ain't even speakin' no names
just a vain refrain from the siccmade insane...
Hatesrats is here to inflict deathblow with no witness
anthrax lines causin' yall' airborne siccness
Death is a mystery with no clues answer's and hitlist (born 2 die)
"No discription to explicit to visit
the vision of eternal prison"(personal hell)
felt the skin become charred through the pit's of all crimson
judged: Guilty until proven Simpson (32)
your honor is wise..
Let's try and explain our vain demise (humans)
like guiding the blind thru a field of land mines..lol
Luck ran out
with no pride to to hold u up
How can u out fuck someone who never gave a Fuck...
keep fallin'
in love with yourself
and you'll find a closed fist with your lifestyle all in it..
just a lil' sumthin'...lol
and our path's will surely collide
It's to slippery at the top....u boud to fall-off..
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that's was decent dog, keep spitten, peace.