West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: da_notorious_mack on June 12, 2003, 01:23:13 PM
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I harvest-thoughts,wit,the gore of the hardest-fought..
battles in which usually ended wit our-best-caught..
hit the target-sought,full on,fragments in the skin..
gangsta like my pieces mags-spent-in-the-bin..
im goin mad-repentin-the-sin,im glad-it-ends-wit-this-win..
im win-the-cup,yall know the score like gamblin syndi-cates..
is this a hymn-or-not?..
no but it a god-that-speaks,left u blessed when i shot-the-heat..
ill be at ya battle,like "god-that-weak",it the dogg-in-me..
so quit dodgin b,ill leave you in the morgue-life-less..
youza a homo the board-might-guess,they aint decide-yet..
this whore-trys-yet,nobody believe him,and he wont "cum out"..
like paranoid semen,VDK had you leavin,Indy get ya gun out..
only thing that made the voters smile in ya text...THE END
always talkin bout how loved one passed..no worries..youll soon meet-them..
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good shit mayne
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nice verse mack