I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I’m that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I’m concerned I’ve got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What’s your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i’ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you’re God damned right
I’m on ’em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Last edited by Dr. Leg Kick on Nov 12th, 2004 at 07:37 PM
Rugged like rwanda, don’t wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I’m much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought’s next bridge to the hell’s gate, lyrically detonating
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Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
I mean seriousy, WTF? And I shall quote Tex once more (that sex genious) - In order for a thread to be off-topic it needs to have some kind of topic to begin with.
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في هذا العالم ثلاثة أشخاص أفسدوا البشرية : راعي غنم , طبيب و راكب الجمال , و راكب الجمال هو أسوأ نشال و أسوأ مشعوذ بين الثلاثة