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[Reply] #21
11-16-2010 11:34 PM
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Aha its on, come at me bro?

Spit something fresh for once

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Crater face, guess my race, catch up to my pace, crater face// pace yourself, embrace your wealth, live by your health, but don’t beat yourself//I know you wanna bleed, in your actions is what I see, keep contracting like a bi**, cause you making me sick// you dial the numbers, and ill pick the phone up, you call them spillers, and ill have you all blown up// worthless mind drillers, damagers of pillars, gold grills intact, call ya moms, that bi**, said she want her son back// I told em he’d run, after I attack, I told him I had a gun, but he’d flee from crack, told em the pain wouldn’t last long, but at the end, he’d have no bones// simple surgery, from sift to purgery, from prince to face lift, to coffin on fork lift, I lit my bars, and watched them ignite his car, as he ran for his life, I tongue tied “it” twice// he had no escape, sh** it was too late, he had no time to spill what he couldn’t create, so I made him pay, for what he played with, he lost.. That same day, “I Came In”

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hodaril wrote: Crater face, guess my race, catch up to my pace, crater face// pace yourself, embrace your wealth, live by your health, but don’t beat yourself//I know you wanna bleed, in your actions is what I see, keep contracting like a bi**, cause you making me sick// you dial the numbers, and ill pick the phone up, you call them spillers, and ill have you all blown up// worthless mind drillers, damagers of pillars, gold grills intact, call ya moms, that bi**, said she want her son back// I told em he’d run, after I attack, I told him I had a gun, but he’d flee from crack, told em the pain wouldn’t last long, but at the end, he’d have no bones// simple surgery, from sift to purgery, from prince to face lift, to coffin on fork lift, I lit my bars, and watched them ignite his car, as he ran for his life, I tongue tied “it” twice// he had no escape, sh** it was too late, he had no time to spill what he couldn’t create, so I made him pay, for what he played with, he lost.. That same day, “I Came In”



Wrong place mate:

http://lounge.moviecodec.com/music/home-of-all-freestyle-raps-and-battles-38548/1989


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