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Lyrical Homicide
| 10/19/2009 1:22 PM (GMT-08:00) | |
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| Mr.Hurricane01 Mr.Hurricane01 | Lyrical Homicidei hop up out my bed, i take the condom off and throw it at the bitch n say wassup/ thats how i start my day every day then i hop up in the truck/ listenin to Luda Tip and Buck wen all the sudden i make the mosberg pump/ ima fuckin ace of spades wit this heat ur 38. just got trumped/ no not donald or ivana but ill throw u off a tower/ snow storms or showers hailstorms to Hurricane's/ fuckin blow up a court room if im the one the jury blames/ a burst of heat then my heart got cold an thats when the flurries came/ no 2 snowflakes alike and i hold my identity to blame/ and the remedy? a cup a hennesse and a blunt a that flame/ paint the city red wit my will but all i gots dis crayon/ as i look back, i say damm this game dat im playin/ all these foo's i be slayin, n da hoes i be layin/ my mind is on its own track and i think that its vacant/ maybe overrun by parasites or taken over by satan/ but for now im robbin n smokin until my days end/ all i see is an engravement wit me encased in da basement/ i kno im dead but the dirt, i think i can taste it/ i look over and i see im adjascent to jayceon/ not voorhies but a shiny chain a deasert eagle and torn sleeves/ its tha game wit his hand out n hes helpin out 'cane'/ wit dead deamons and angels slayn n the floor was blood stained/ n i woke up... n really hopped up out da bed n said???... |
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| 11/15/2009 2:56 AM (GMT-08:00) | |
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 Mr.Hurricane01 | since nobody wanna rap on here any more i might as well keep doin ma thangi dont give a fuck homie i could really care less/ i be brushin ya teeth wit d'z bullets while im brushin my wit crest/ every day of tha year ya boy is awarded best dressed/ drinkin on sum henne smokin weed to cut down stress/ and im still strivin an livin prolly just becuz im blessed/ but it dont make no difference ill still be slangin packs/ wit gold n chrome eagles i still be bangin rats (no homo) im all about da truth too n i never change tha facts/ so u no i mean biznes wen i tell u its rainin stacks/ and i never trick my dough not even at tha strip club/ never sparin change never drop it in da tip cup/ sippin out a tin cup never fillin bitches babies sip cups/ thats y i got dis whip and why i can light my wrist up/ rob u wit da mack tell u fuck boys its a stick up/ tell u im liable to let tha auto go at a sound of a hiccup/ and dats y tha 26's on tha truck automatically lift up/ bitch wat? im bouta smack a bitch up/ if 3 of my homies throwin blows u betta be havin 6 jump/ you close to catchin my jist punk/ we dont be givin daps we only do face to fist pumps/ 4 steps i live by load it cock it grip DUMP!!! |
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