ILL_FAM
06-25-06, 09:54 AM
i spit backwardz/ drop copz and pop hot verbz/ murder and death to all herbs/ ill spit fire but ur style on burn/ while you watch me turn/ ill leave ya ass crisp and cremated in the ern/ or do u prefeer in the earth/ cause i been ill ever since my birth/ but i had writers block once a writers curse/ not much worse/ but still beat punks with the hot verse/ like i said before keep fcuking with me i'll get ya a white hurse/ with a lyrical burst/ even if i get money i wont hesitate to snatch ur purse/ now to switch this simple and plain/ to be the main mian/ got rhyme scheme thatz insane/ like a stray slug into a childs brain//