Mention me |
Pic up the mic and step to the beat or any reckles mc who be steppin to me im infested wit green wit a mental diseas this the method of me just a reflection you see the crowds come quick when they me...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:38:00 GMT |
A place where its dark |
Land of the lost a place where its dark and it cost to be the boss bodies get found and souls get lost drugs get took and dutchies get sparked made it threw the struggle all the way in the dark wit th...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:33:00 GMT |
Comeing to bomb ya |
My cloths reek of marajuana counting my sins waiting for karma in a pool of perauntas loading my revolver fuck the world my persona on a suicide mission comeing to bomb ya grenades straped to my ches...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Oct 2009 23:27:00 GMT |
i had to hustle |
back to the wall ashy knuckles getting cream i had to hustle a custom to the struggle thats why i keep screaming fuck you its hard to carry on when no one loves you sept the god above you his foot pri...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:58:00 GMT |
still waiting for the light |
there was a time in life when i picked up a pen and put down the knife the pain i had to recite never missing yesterday sept im still waiting for the light the future still looking bright you got some...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Sep 2009 18:20:00 GMT |
we dont give a fuck what you think |
down here where the demons sleep geting money wit vultures and rolling wit creeps blunts we toke and secrets we keep it descrere on these murderland streets moving to a different beat you could get s...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Sep 2009 14:43:00 GMT |
till this shit change |
please beleive i need some room to breith so i stay high cheifing the green ducking behind corners avoiding the demons that scream trying not to be scene its like a bad dream zombies wit hatchets and ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 11:16:00 GMT |
one time |
one time just wasent enough the devil keeps calling my bluff sept in god i trust livin my life in a rush nicotine stains on my finger tip from them ciggarette butts mad as fuck this p.o. got me pissin...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Sep 2009 21:49:00 GMT |
obnoxious |
a little obnoxious you could catch me throwing bows or jumping in mosh pits my mom keeps praying i stop it this pill i pop it heads i got em bopin bitches i drop em mics i roc em blunts i roll em prop...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Aug 2009 10:36:00 GMT |
cursed |
i aint never scared always prepared for the worse so you better watch it this barrel could burst stuck what this curse brain infected wit marajuana and percs found my heart in the dirt tatted up rolli...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Aug 2009 12:34:00 GMT |
