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javascript:icon('');rock and roll is what brings you through, to another side, another face to sigh...this unmistakable noise i was hearing
its too good to be you
or ya "gangsta" crew,
wailin out on guitars
we pack the bars,
last call for all
keg stands for the rockiness bands
backflippin spirits off the countertop
my crew reps the illest spot
while your crew is lack luster
faggot kids that rock to guster
closest you'll get to gold the color of oat clusters
these cats with AK's attemptin to spray from far away
get lost in the background with my wordplay
the ill investigations of whats got my mind racin
i keep my ears open for this lower class i'm trapped in
step back son, i'll make you an intensive care patient
fallen angels are tragic scenes
too obscene for your television screens,
weep and cry, blur your vision,
its always ill to hear me spittin
just sit back and listen
i'll make you go in circle never to jerk ya
round and round we go twistya
pickin up ya house
drive faster round that roundabout
kids walk up stream to find their homes
and find snow cones in their place
continually melting this human race
move slowly kid you ain't ready to make your final bid,
i'm wild, you straight mild
you a nursin home bitch,
talkin this and that how you bouty' bouty ' bout to empty ya clip,
you some salty mr. fips pretzel chips...(props to NEWT for that line, keep rockin E-phyisque)

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