I know yah think it, think it that, must be armor all flow cause it never gets rusty.
Your move.
I know yah think it, think it that, must be armor all flow cause it never gets rusty.
Your move.
I know of another Canadian rapper, went by the name of Snow.
Who couldn't battle fo shit, what is it with ya bitches? Is it the
cold that causes ya to freeze, instead of flow?
So...Ho, get down on you knees and do whatcha ya canuks do best-
and...
Put yo hands in the air...and wave em like ya just dont care!
(I really don't)
A licky boom-boom down!
So... Put yo hands in the air...and wave em like ya just don't care!
(I really don't)
A licky boom-boom down!
Peace, brotherdoobie
they say the game is the belly of the beast
blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
wire taps for ears
nike airs for feet
blasphemy for prayers
a system for a heart
rap music for beats
heroin for a son and hes married to the streets
crack pipes for lungs
Your move sir.
Stfukthnx.
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The one you posted wasn't yours ... Except for that last one. And how do you know that wasn't mine?
You rhyme then run like its a track meet. Im grimy your whiny, I'm a menace on the beat. I desire spitting fire knocking bitches off their feet. Don't cock guns just cock whip your mother in her seat. You cook but cant handle the heat. Im rib in its prime, your rhymes is ground beef.
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