West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Suffice on April 28, 2004, 12:05:15 AM
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yo, I got insatiable appetite for eternal strife
my vocal chords range from soundin black to white
I’m willing to fight, provided there’s a prize
That no one dies, that there are elements of surprise,
Most rules don’t affect me, but this one applies:
My rhymes get dissected, they don’t get revised
By a higher intellect; ya’ll get penalized
Vulvalized and anal-ized to microscopic size
Got a swat team behind me that’ll squash you,
Whether you’re fly or a mosquito in disguise
Don’t try to hide, cuz I’ll find you twice,
Catch you, bruise you thrice, and feed you to the mice
And take me seriously if you don’t wanna die
Cuz I don’t incorporate any lies in my rhymes