this is the beat i wrote this too, a real quick one for yall
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7507831
Roccy slit throats when I kick notes
spit flows that make you tip toe
sccit know, roccy is sick, a direct quote
make your bitch jump up n down like my voice produced techno
you and me toe to toe, like dodger fans screamin go mets go
no happening, its blasphemy, you couldnt be ballin if cash was free
youll never get the last of me, i keep wanting moore like demi
drop the G act, you wont get an emmy, just smacked around with a semi
i dont shoot guns, i light blunts and fuck two cunts each day of the month
leave competition stunned, i break mcs gotta hire a nun to sweep up the crumbs
"oh christ the holy son help roccy with life he seems done"
its true, earth cant hold me i weight a ton, girls all know me, they sprung
they love my kabob between their buns, i belong in hell, so I can hunt down chumps
and stomp on every dumb gump that used to always front, but sadly, heavens the
place i'm from.