yeah yeah 400BARS nigga, Tarstar Drudo
lets do this shit, 1 2 3 4 hundred
lets go
yall dont think I can well those the prevaleges of being a fan
Tarstar Drudo bout to make history with a paper and pen
400 BARS and runnin, f*** Game 300 BARS aint nothin
like an earth quake my music shake the underground
so u can feel it all around, I keep my music underground
so u can keep ur ears to the ground
yall better buckle up and stay closer to that stereo
with the type of pictures I rap dont expect a video
dont even Think that Zak would picture this on SABC
Like KodaK I freeze reality into an image when I kill an mc
mixing that coke at 16 when I pop my collar at the Lab
sniffin that same shit that got Mandoza and Kabelo in rehab
in the streets I hustle drugs coz they infectuated with thugs
dont listen to 50 and Banks coz they infectuated with hugs
murder fakers in them ciphers till they stoped listenin to Maggs
listen to Jay coz he inspire my quest to richies from rags
Look up to no one But me and look down on fags
dropped my first track so the streets be givin mad responses
no 1 contender 2 up the stakes niggers is getting no chances
I split apart 'barb-wires' but rappers be still jumping 'fences'
some physical advice this Bars gon go a 'long way' like the 'marathon'
prepare to run ur mind coz it gon feel like u runnin on pins and thorns
to prove to this doubters I'm outta da rate of knock-off Fong-Kongs
CHANGE the mood of the track u lack attack techniques u wack
which ever beat I get to ride freestyle I got my rhymes intach
so drastic my flow electric leave u choked like excessive exctasy-abuse
I teach the essence my presence leaves u immersely feelin lyricly reduced
when I strike and reconstruct the structure encore of ur abdomen
Like JayStash u lyricly-handicapped would't kill manymen
on a studio record even if the Beatmaker was Omen
dey actually virtually none-existing like X-men
dey raps are an inflexion reflection to a logistical analogy
My technological techniques rip ur body parts apart like the study of biology
like the ghostwrittin killer cospiracy my lyrics are fataly contiguous
I got a contorted mind like asylum victims my punchbars contagious
rite thru to ur next-life like west-life,I mack the knife and leave u haunted
ur whole world stops like getting stuck in an elevator
hit ya with the edge of the sledgehammer like Haunter
nigga
dey call me da sleepin giant coz o de hazzards causd when my shit wakes
kid I was thrown to earth to destroy earthbeings like earthquakes
back to mars to master the mind of art slap hard retards
lyrically I stay strapped like Zebra stripes
u try to tatooe those hoes for my sake I toast ya
taunt ya told ya till u top dogs tore to heaven I roast ya
I'm raps psychopath f*** psycho I tear u apart u cross my path
leave u both in a booth till u both agree to the oath
u ill I will still kill u silly like u aint got skill
dis newbies who started rappin in the new willenium like dey were Will
hell no! watch de tip of ur heel for real I'm de illest
and if it was'nt for Biggie I'd still be the realest
raps Phantom, Hit gunner, ghost punchliner
Hunter, if sleep walking really exist I make history
write lyrics while I'm asleep true meaning of a ghostwriter 50bars
most tighter ,heavier lyrics all de time never lighter
now who's better, me or de last letter
stop the guesing or I'll leave ur brain 4ever loading
sure hater,the Kingship is for the taking
I came to take-over the hiphop throne
change form like a Phantom and take over the zone
this aint a gimmick,u know my level is above ur league
check the lyric,way above u weak,ur eyes leak
be a fan or I'll leave u 4ever crying like the Sudwala caves
the game aint the same since I came
it changed from bitter to sweet like a sugarcane
I read the bible son but f*** with me I'd still murder u like Kane
fact is u can't stop my shine coz u aint the sun
I aint doing this bars for fun but coz I'm a son of a gun
i dont give a f***,if u a legend or not I'll stil leave u deceased like Pun
my shine take-over ur city like Electricity
never be a role model I'm de nigga that'll entroduce ur daughter to sin city
soon as I get rich I'ma ride her all the way to sun city
chuck my weapon away coz there's peace around there like Electra's city
show her sexy-pron like music videos like rapcity ha ha
enermies better stay on the side-walk coz Like P.Diddy
I'm gonna run the city,coz I'm a mutherf***en hustler like Ca**idy
de way I speak the truth,u'd wanna substitute me for ur bible
sign me up solo and I'd still run ur god damn label
got ya rate of return accelerating,profits reaching its highest maximum
CEO's gotta admit,platinum's sweet like Magnum
maximum rapper,son I aint ur average
goin against me the risk u taking is maximum
u should learn to keep uncalculated risks to a minimum
coz I'll stop and halt u at ur ultimatum
envadin the game like cops raidin a drug scandal its a raw bust
u snoopin,I squash ur jaw and leave it a shape of a rhombus
sometimes I devote my medidation of antigalatical bars from mars like Canibus
my rhymes ultimatum is infinite like the definite ending of the universe
mc's get strangled and choke w/out a rope when I drop a verse
my shine take over ur area like Ma** lights
I'ma make it coz my way stays shining like street lights
thin line between underground and mainstream
u know underground like mountain climbing we keep it extreme
Black Ghetto Icons came to a**a**inate ur team
we can go one on one like Lax and Viona I careless if u major
the criteria is to prove to the ma**es u inferior
we superior like the crime rate of ur domestic area
all my domestic workers see is trash bags when I carry ur a** out
with a carrier
publicly demolish u like Snipes killing ur career
kill u not physicly thou,I let aids do it for me yo
f***ers caught the bug,nobody innocent except the adoloscent
we know rappers are forced to go solo coz of their percentage in cents
I dont feel their available exixtence like walking on ants
asked my niggas yo how yall gon count my cash bags when u aint pa**ed maths
enermies I live 'em shaking like a sissy watching Scary Movie 100bars
it aint pa**ed ur bed time yet son how u gon get undercovers
cowards pray when they see a nine, acting like they christians
u confused u still need psychological self realistion like sex and lesbians
I smack u so hard forescists gon have to dust ur soul for prints
i clap u so hard the cops and de DA scroll ur face for prints
get u on the dance floor with Destiny's child so u can loose ur breath
punch ur lungs with a puncher so u find it hard to breath
I'm known for leaving mc's stiff like Rigor Mortis
u still wanna fake around like DSTV I got so much more of this
enermies insured coz I'm bound to bomb em like I'm Bin Laden discendants
so hard being an adult with Tarstar around u remember de stage of adoloscents
so infectuated with Karate I get Kicks from kicking ur Groin
martial art artists fans get kicks from seeing me kickin u they keep on throwing a coin
fags listening to this shit pliz do not try this at home
coz Oprah got a better chance winning Gold at High Jump in the olimpics (ouch )
how ya niggas gon talk about being cold when u know u warmer than a females touch
yo I see thru them fags like a Robocop watch
ya dont know me,u only know me when I give the mic a touch
just when u think u know me u find out u dont
just when u thot u could get rid of me once and for all u find out u wont
rap rhythm and poeltry,Reach Another Person by rhymes
u know with this type of shit I can reach across the boarders
dont see a better communication system to communiocate with our brothers
my dedication effort and pa**ion is inseed for others
if I had'nt done this bars 10 years later it still would'nt be done
dont take a prophet to profesize and reveal 4 u 2 see I'm the chosen one
in short my skills ahead of its time like prepaid bills
I'm like car with backward rolling realms,
I'm going ahead, yall f***ers is confused by the beams(wheels)
and the hators its better for them soon as they hear this
to turn a blind cheek and say they heard none of this
its a nightmare, reason they sleeping this afternoon
I do what I wanna nigga 2 and 2 can add up to 5 in my cla**room
and all the producers I worked with say kiyaLapisha
coz when I want something done right I do it myself
did a whole mutherf***en album all by myself
dont give a shit even if I wont see it on the Reliable shelf
I still kill this beat like a DJ and I dont give a f*** u gaurdin it
and this wanna be hators, I got my eyes on ya like invigilators
us a bitch, I hang ur a** out execution style and I dont give a shit that this aint liberia
I envade ur area and spread my wrath like the desease of Malaria
like Michael Jackson u lost ur Manhood by choosing a**, and thats the only way u too are familiar
ur flows sink, My flows are constant they could float a boat
now u got this wanna be rappers tryna be Game rapping like they got condoms stuck on their throat
my Force never hidden, my mind is my source
f*** tryna be eminem I rhyme with my own voice
like Mzekezeke this rappers be wearin masks coz they know I be stalkin 'em
I got an empty fridge with no stock, dey know I be stalking em
better look before u leap my slick moves are gevaarlik
u can ask TeleBlanch my touch never friendelik
In a prison-cell, I kill all my cellmates and still be no suspect
I get hailed for killing mc's like I just killed Mogabe what u expect
son I do the unthinkable then go against the god of impulse
in isolation I alienate myself from de wack reason dey call me outstanding
like nuclear missiles son I was built for war
I'm hard too deep underground that why dey call me hardcore
i keep my shit underground, so gotta drill real deep for it to be found
built with sustainablity to go a long way u can call me the N1 Road
NOW OPEN ur mind and let me talk to ur brain
One oppenent said even on a Tar-road he'd still push me off the cliff
nigga I'll throw u off a cliff with ur rope tied to ur dick
u'll share tales with ur uncestors while I'm pushing on ur chick
ur like a blind robber ya dont know whats in store
we geologists drill deep de earth crust, underground u dont know whats hardcore
ya niggaz dont got a cleu about DJying how ya gon critisize Dj clue
I dont fear man I aint stupid, intelligence I get from the fear of God
u see me,run up[ on me like a bitch I'll show u what Pac would do
run back and tell ur cronies how I fired ur a** up like employers
get a Sangoma,u would'nt sue me even if I harrased u infront of ur lawyers
steal a docket, would'nt win the case even if u had 10 lawyers
Tarstar Drudo,u kno,the hardest mutherf***a since the terminator
in the rap game got a character even thou I aint an actor
snoop around my hood dat gun shot will have u suffering from permanent cataplexy
impossible to hide a corpse, throw ur body in space in the galaxy
kill u in ur own dreams and u still wake up dead in another world
kid I was a suicide bommer before I could even explode
its a long way to making it, dats why I get my papper longer
aint got time to waste so lyricly get my techiniques stronger
I'm cold like Atlantica but still remain cooler than Calito
de only time dey ill is when dey get dey dick stuck in de butt of a female with typhod
how dey gon starter like dey got their rhymrs under parental-lock
this Sa mc's gonna have to drop from a rooftop to drop on top of this
ya gonna have to drop from the 50th floor to drop harder than this
I drop bombs everytime I come like I'm a**ociated with terrorists
I leave musicians in a catastrophe like money problems and artists
when I come thru blazing u gon know I just did it like Nike
U f*** with da God u get retarded like Tyson Mike
u lack skill, get ya baby bike and take a hike
as soon as u hear I'm in town u better dissappear thru the night
and pretend u never heard that maybe u can sleep 2nite 200bars
this wanna-be rappers edge me to write coz they never tight
they edge me to f*** a nigga up like that girl next door at night
u bring a stick to a sledge-hammer fight
I'll make ya dissappear outta existence like black ninjas
cant u see u runnin into danger ,no ones gonna avenge ya,
ANSWER THIS, who's more Dope ,me or the drugs u smoke
u know I'm more dope than a drug factory full of coke
and u know I got more 'game' than a 'game reserve'
now all u motherf***ers should give me the props I deserve
before I hit ya with more 'tables' than 'tablemountain'
watch how I mountin ya ya just part of my killing routin
too many mc's just plain 'dope' meaning 'stupid and garbage'
its like Rubbish u askk me that shit belong in da sewerage
I'm da 'King' in da 'maKing' ur just da 'shit' in da 'shitting'
my punchlines hit u so hard u get crippled in ur afterlife
I'm ghetto,u like a rich man son u dont know this life
talking about the struggle living in the surburbs u dont kno whats rough
been in hospital healed the sick u wanna tell me u kno hows life
now she got the disease coz she could'nt be patient
now tell me who's 'iller' me or this 'aids patient'
mc's tryna flow on a beat ha ha, dey wack at it
I'd give u tempex and u still would'nt flow on it
now as soon as u see them runnin away, u kno Tarstar been a**-whippin'
as soon as u see them thugs retiring, u kno Tarstar been thuggin'
ripping ur heart out so I can be able to hear ur heart pump
get ready get steady as I freestyle on ur heart beat as it pump
slip outside side step outta dis cipher and dissapear outta site
my punchbars drill deep make ya feel left out of rap like u was white
u cant face de truth & admit it but my shit drives u crazy like coccain
f*** u up like my Ex in Skyscrappers, then eat u NeXt like pies
a wise man never tell lies, if one does he's otherwise
Tarstar Drudo drops HOT like Kate Whinsley u faggots are real late
check me change track 'move' hit the King and 'checkmate'
dey hear my shit & go 'OoH' like Ciara or kim goin thru orgasm w/ a vibrater
usin 'Giant words' for them dwarfs I'm jst slick w/ words I'm ill 'leterate'
pickin on myself on a battle cos Cn I'm de only challengeable opponent
similies,metaphors and personification remind u of a shakesperian sonnet
unbelievable to the naked eye u can call me a commet
son I'm a work of art, auditioning alone u would'nt get that part
my messages still manage to get u faintin with a personalised gun fire
u would'nt threaten Mic Jackson even if u got an ak47 gun fired
wanna comment nah, coz u rhyme like u tellin ur gay-baby-lover a mid-night story
Fix ur 'elevator' ur level's @ de bottom of the 22 'building story'
alot of rappers enter the game, by gettin dey dum a** into veterens business, askin4 attention like dey Amu
homie I'll turn dem to a bottle of 'VO' so dat dey moms can love dem 'too'
I'm tryna b as simple w/ dis words as possible for my sake too
so dat linguistics dont threaten me by sayin I killed dem too soon
u go against me,theyll be no rebirth .........................................250bars
even if u was Lord Vampire u would'nt ressurect on full moon
coz it aint gon be 'suicide' but a 'hara-kiri' when I contort ur head on a battle 'cipher'
ur idiotic lines 'mediocre' and too 'feeble' to understand I'm gonna have to 'decipher'
u aint 'valour or devil' enough to go face2face w/ tha Tar one son not even 'Lucifer'
when I dedicate my mind to 'elate' my bate madafaka ur 'bowels' will be 'delicate'
I'll shape ur mind with a lathe so it can be 'sharp' enough to kno bad things happen to those who dont 'wait'
I smoke 'weed fast' and kill 'beef fast',
ghost-rapper coz my' key-skillz' on 'automatic'
when I drop, got niggas 'shivering' like dey waiting for a 'court-verdict '
I'ma 'victory addict' smoke em like cocain and 'exhale'out 'mc'scarbon-dioxided'
put my hand thru ur 'a**' and tie a rope on ur 'intestines' and throw u off a 'bridge'
ask de 'local mutuaries' they depend on me to put a 'plate' on they table indirectly
anytime dey run outta cash, I'm dey 'financial saviour' dey visit my battles to sell a 'coffin'
I'm a 'killa addict' I do it quiet often now u dont wanna be that bitch in the coffin?
dey learn ur raps by 'immitating Sean' Comps and still got the nerve to say dey tight
talking about hoes and bitchies when dey 'sex lessons' are on 'screen'
de only 'support ' dey gonna get from anyone is when I put em in 'cruntches'
STOP CHANGE PACE ITS time to outrhyme the lame
too elusive to prison bars best believe I'm off the chain
my local motive is to run ur neck over like a locomotive train
separate ur abdomen from the legs like a soldier in asia die in vain
boom u up like Iraq missiles press rewind and boom u again
then chop u like chopsticks with a lathe and flush u down the drain
I rule with an iron fist them cops know I'm a war genocide villain
why u think they scared of me it aint coz they soft like Shermain
dey know my sobriquet name dats why dey cant f*** with my game
got documents left untouched in offices even dey Major couldnt explain
even the scorpion would'nt touch de case dey shrugg and leave in disdain
I'm a soldier of valour who's left a dozen soldiers dead @ war terrain
u dont want it with grown folks kid I'll do u like Dre did Jamaine
got ya trembling soon as u heard "here comes the pain"
u sit tight and watch ur window of opportunity close like a window pane
u the type to quit a battle in between coz u kno u just came for de fame
we all know that I drop nice like obie Trice but u just lame
all ur verses are the same never tight u drop lusteress flame
u gotta heave ur whack shit like cheaters u got no one to blame
u useless alone without people like Jigga just like Dash Dame
never face me again u need to 'plainly' beg like 'table mountain'
SWITCH up the flow the other way
dere's a million rand reward for ur arrest but I'ma kill u n_e_way
my 'lunch' fo the day yo watch how I 'manifest' this pest as I sway
Ima have u 'singing out' like Charles Ray so have a moment 2 pray
meditatin 2 'tow-drive' by f*** pulling ur legs apart I 'tow' ur balls away
ur feeble shits conspicious we can do this the easy way or the hard way
which ever terrace which ever direction I'll bring it to ya @ broadday
stay far 'away' like Norway or I'll do it like 'Jay' on broadway
I'm jst glad u 'straight' so I aint gotta bring it de 'bend it like Beckem' way
ur officially stiff cadavar for slay u'd better call 911 like Mary J
b4 I execute u todays the day so say what u wanna say ..............300bars
u wanted it the 'edgeway' u should have brought ur crue for 'relay'
son u could'nt have 'absconded' the slay even on 'freedom-day'
beefing this 'two minded genious' u could'nt have won ur 'own play'
leave u 'handicapped' like Ray sort of cracked up like clay
'caterpillar' drive by f*** squashing ur house man I 'lift' it away
I do shit de 'kasi way' dont make me do dis de 'old fashion way'
drive ur 'studio' @ high speed leave u heavd to heaven like Jay master jay
I'l crush u up like my 'rights' on 'freedom-day' so dont count ur eggs b4 dey lay
ur punchlines 'hit once' coz ur a 'one hit' wonder like 'Macy Gray'
I'll strike ya comatosed and toast to keepin ur life and soul at bay
I shitt on and smoke lighties like cigar hand me that ash-tray
COZ U know homie I'm Hitler on a lyric battleroyal
I overpower ur power beat u halfdead if disloyal
made ya remember nas'ether on the first line
dungeon rapper I contemplate laying u head on my plate the first fine
my signature sounds immatuar coz I'm still to rapture
escape the devils xecutive furnace too evil me he wanna capture
I'm da god in da league o my own like Seida evil or good cant touch me
I make My Man sound soft Jack de ripper no killer try me
if sleep is the cousin of dearth then I'm the treacherous father
I make ya eat outa ya own belly like lions should I take it futher
and its all Naturalle when I come thru u feel a sudden Rush of fear
its kinda like ur sixth Sense so sixty mpinch u gotta guard ur rear
coz u kno the kid got Skill about to kill u like that kid on Kill Bill
real lyrics dynamic like dynamite he's dope for real
I'm in de game now &ngifuna knonke onkumtofontofo lyk Pitch black Afro
son I been a killa back then so now the psycho killasback
with more rhymes to infinite to count with definite skills in tack
back to attack ya unaware like the gorrilla attack
NIGGA I get props whenever I step on de stage
and I'm gonna get a deal to show I master dis age
but why de hell do we rap if we aint gonna get paid
coz record companies gettin all de money we made
faggots tryna kill what we try to build ..................................
we work hard day and night to master this field
dey wanna kno why dont them peeps be happy dey sellin platinum ?
coz dey know damn well in SA he aint gonna get none
aight..gotta quit the trip,this bars were'nt made to be conscious
I'm known for telling wack mc's to quit rapping or I leave 'em unconscious
coz soon as I drop dis bars wanna-be's droped dey purses and fled
alot of rappers lie alot like a virgin and her state on her first date
acting all funny when I come thru actin like a prostitute admiring an approachin client
this lil f***ers gotta understand reason I don't see none of 'em is coz I'm a Triton-Giant
85% of this rappers can't freestyle talking nonsense-shit like threats from Shine
why dem hators criticised Psyfo for his too many guest artist while Pitch-Black went w/out a fine
why dis fags rearrange reality prompting Tar to step up and rearrange their sanity
homie push me I publicly kill u like the execution of the Joseph Cannon
got rhymes played out 2nd hand like handbags at an Indian shop ..350bars
attempts weak like a punk tryna start a salon failed 2 start a barbershop
dey need help fail to cut dey Pubic hair how ya gon start a barbershop
dey rhymes hit backwards like bitten punchlines from the past
dey clueless who u tryna stop like a blindman waiving a Van it run past
I take rappers out before dey time like ceaserian birth
dust to dust homie don't make me reconcile u back to earth
VERBALLY exploit ur plot to try explode me
I'll ochestrate shit and demonstrate it till u applaud me
coz I throw puchlines like I work in a punchclub, nigga
if u work for me ur wages are punches which I throw till my
fists numb
cos I aint really met a real chaleenge yet,this bitchies is fronting
get lost like James before I throw petrol at ya and light dat match
biitch Hit ya with everything I blink at including da kitchen sink
while remainin' cooler dan an Ice rink
make ya think I'm linked with murder ink
I got de game wrapped like Gause ,I'll f*** ya shit up with no pause
leave ya bleedin like biitches Pre-menapuase
let em get de undertakers ready for another dearth pick up truck
put my faken gun on ur mouth make ya smile like Young Buck
blow ya faken brains out like baloon to pieces
now dey wanna know who tighter than me besides a virgin with tities
bitch I drill ur eyes out so u can't watch the space
next phase put u against a white man so u can't win the race
keep f***ing around,u'll go well,go shell and gret my cousin in hell
I feed u lies like a scientist, then run ur mind like a hipnotist
I'm ur rapper slash mc, pissed that I'm not ur average artist
dumbfounded, spit so many rhymes I confuse ur listening sklls
hold a farm under hostage coz thats the only way u be sitting on mills
feed u a dictionary and u still would'nt define my skills
wack mc's should'nt enter the game untill they've perfected their skills
would'nt raid my area even if they gave u a search warrant
this rap game ever-lasting so I keep my lines 4-ever-blasting
never hesitate to alert fake mc's to stop faking
ever-busting front on me I snatch that stone from ya chain
let my knife cut that bling from ur wrists, stop tha fame
like flickering lights my skill overwhelms and gives u epileptic fits
its gon feel like cataplexy when I blind ya with narcoleptic spits
u like Baby Jake,u comming up short son u wont rise to the occasion
grab a mic and kill ur curiosity to see me killing a cat
leaving u flat, homie step up to me if u fake
I'ma make u realise ur presence in the game is a mistake
Tarstar Drudo and hiphop is a win win situation in use
the game needs me like an ovule to a sperm o produce
I need the game as a guidline to survive in the streets
put me in ur fridge,or b e a motherf***en cop u still would'nt make me freeze
watch me throw oversize punches like I'm Big Shows Shadow
niggers is scared, I come thru make 'em shake like Selwyn
I rip ur skin off with my hands off
press the rite button to ur anger with my hands off
I can even finger-f*** ur bitch with my hands-off
so bring ur bitch along mina ngiyayishova ingolovane u can call me TKZ
black ghetto icons will take over the game like JayZ
f*** with me I'ma come collect ur soul like the collector
Emakasi I stayin the streets like centerlines on a tar-road
This rap game needs a fix like Daily Son's handy man
its a tragic we need no magic but we need a miracle like a superman
on a lyric I'm super man, I'm unstopable
I got enermies begging forgiveness admitting defeat
u f***ers gonna anoint me, pour oil on my hands and feet
cellebrate my win, I dont need no hug, just add meat and a feast
I know them boys rhyme fat when they actually fake like yeast
they from the west,I'm from the east u can call me the beast
chemistry is the definition why u feeling this flow
u no escapist but I'm a miracle when I become lyrical
this not magical I'm cynical to end all life coz I'm cyclical
tell both parties I aint interested. I'm tryna build my own life after dearth
like f***ing an aids patient my shit is deadly to ur health
homie, I take terror to fellas, turn bravery to cowardice
on a battlefield like Lacasha I leave u walking crabwise
torment, u grab a mic and rap a dissapointment
I get a mic and get another appointment, u stuck in the basement
with ur hands tied on ur back like a common criminal
my f***ing demo sounds like an album already released
ur album needs a handy man like daily-sun's MR Fixit
needs to be fixed,needs to be mixed, needs to be re-re-Mixed,
needs hits call Mr Psypho then, he need hits on that disc
and I dont even think ur record company expects u to bring home the platinum disc
Tarstar Drudo puts it down, when I tear ur block up
ur friends be at ur funeral like Lil'Kim putting they lighters Up
and u gon need more than Jesus help to put ur lights up
I'm venturesome, reason I aint scared to take ur skills to an epic adventure
3 am, reporters be reporting 3rd degree murder
3rd degree burns on a 3rd degree weather, I might
thats how I do, I shock u like eTv, adult scenes on broaddaylight
till next time folks Tarstar be dropping, Prophet told ya I aint stopping
keep on re-re-mixing, 400 BARS they running
made Satan fall off his Chair without Yelling Jesus now I'm running
changed colour too quick the devil ordered all chameleons be killed
there, 400bars and running & I dont give a f*** if u think I had it murdered or killed (Killed, Killed, Killed)
