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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / LYRICAL FITNESS
« on: July 12, 2006, 09:06:33 AM »
You study my name/ brake it by sylibles
copy my game/ fanticise about being a fag wife for the devil
your vision is clouded by uhuru fame/ but ur creativity lacks freedom
let pappa spare you some freedom
lookin worse than that rashed out hole you came out off
write half a** verses/ when im coming out the top
like a spasming dickheads
i hate ignorant children/but as a raw beater
punchlines i give em/ you dont compare to me son
your sex life is worse than a nuns
when i drink and pa** blunts to ritheous rasta faries
you at tea parties/eating cinamon buns
i write what your role model would admire
front like im muffin your bitch and spuke petrol in her c***
and utelise a full flamed liter
dare me to diss/ i spit sick shit
shreck's wife would even dare me a kiss
you house nigga than keeps a diary with choirs in em
im dirty like i dont even know liquid
f*** those vouchin for you/ i role swift
their brain dead for feelin a cabage / with half the i.q of a gold fish
you got this site fumigated wit a stintch
coz your simple style stinks
skunks would safocate from your script
you were born to be a male bitch
and watch gay movies while your little man twitch
coming here with alementary english
leave rhymes/ go back to your krayons and colour some pics
http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h301/187a**asin/?action=view¤t=540ecd62.flv
copy my game/ fanticise about being a fag wife for the devil
your vision is clouded by uhuru fame/ but ur creativity lacks freedom
let pappa spare you some freedom
lookin worse than that rashed out hole you came out off
write half a** verses/ when im coming out the top
like a spasming dickheads
i hate ignorant children/but as a raw beater
punchlines i give em/ you dont compare to me son
your sex life is worse than a nuns
when i drink and pa** blunts to ritheous rasta faries
you at tea parties/eating cinamon buns
i write what your role model would admire
front like im muffin your bitch and spuke petrol in her c***
and utelise a full flamed liter
dare me to diss/ i spit sick shit
shreck's wife would even dare me a kiss
you house nigga than keeps a diary with choirs in em
im dirty like i dont even know liquid
f*** those vouchin for you/ i role swift
their brain dead for feelin a cabage / with half the i.q of a gold fish
you got this site fumigated wit a stintch
coz your simple style stinks
skunks would safocate from your script
you were born to be a male bitch
and watch gay movies while your little man twitch
coming here with alementary english
leave rhymes/ go back to your krayons and colour some pics
http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h301/187a**asin/?action=view¤t=540ecd62.flv