Bosstradamus
03-25-08, 05:50 PM
the kid is livin proof, ima livin legend/
begin beheadin, im swingin weapons when you *****es step in/
my aggressions infested wit witches blessings/
demented when im ingestin blunts of 7 in a single session/
so read the lesson, or get an F in my class/
smith n wessons the message, you wont be able to tell ya chest from ya ass/
xplicits destined to be the next 1 to clash/
whats spoken is potent, the gas will cause you to gasp/
so face the force of my wrath, get slashed by my claws when i grasp/
and laugh when you pass to floor, begin extortin ya cash/
i admit its bad, in fact its awful at that/
killin wax so bad its like every song features a corpse on my tracks/
so whos the king when it comes to doin songs/
if u think it aint xplicit, im bout to prove you wrong/
a brutal storm, when im done i leave even the ruins gone/
so movin on, im wilin on the same **** that Freddy Kruger was on/
ya worst nightmare, whats worse is i dont know what im doins wrong/
i got the mindstate of Michael, out for you herbs like im Jason/
ya rhymes are recycled, and mine emerged from the basement/
ya flows basic, i wrote ancient poems to expose you hoes fakeness/
i know greatness, spit cold to scold faces/
i told hataz is brainless, ima shine like a gold bracelet/
Xplicits the sickest, **** is a known statment/
its a wrap for those facin me when my mind has grown ancient/
my lines are wrote tainted, microphone Mr Hyde, ill shred you guys in 9 places/
begin beheadin, im swingin weapons when you *****es step in/
my aggressions infested wit witches blessings/
demented when im ingestin blunts of 7 in a single session/
so read the lesson, or get an F in my class/
smith n wessons the message, you wont be able to tell ya chest from ya ass/
xplicits destined to be the next 1 to clash/
whats spoken is potent, the gas will cause you to gasp/
so face the force of my wrath, get slashed by my claws when i grasp/
and laugh when you pass to floor, begin extortin ya cash/
i admit its bad, in fact its awful at that/
killin wax so bad its like every song features a corpse on my tracks/
so whos the king when it comes to doin songs/
if u think it aint xplicit, im bout to prove you wrong/
a brutal storm, when im done i leave even the ruins gone/
so movin on, im wilin on the same **** that Freddy Kruger was on/
ya worst nightmare, whats worse is i dont know what im doins wrong/
i got the mindstate of Michael, out for you herbs like im Jason/
ya rhymes are recycled, and mine emerged from the basement/
ya flows basic, i wrote ancient poems to expose you hoes fakeness/
i know greatness, spit cold to scold faces/
i told hataz is brainless, ima shine like a gold bracelet/
Xplicits the sickest, **** is a known statment/
its a wrap for those facin me when my mind has grown ancient/
my lines are wrote tainted, microphone Mr Hyde, ill shred you guys in 9 places/