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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 2:00 am
days drag by fast, the computer is our master
sometimes having to get up and do a chore feels like disaster
things go faster and faster, we grow old, stuck in time plaster
e-thuggin to do it big like a model's bikini waxer
or a silly silicon boob stacker stackin like poker chips
it all sides against you as you e-Dipset honey-dip
lying through dead lips while you e-thug and e-crip
slip and fall and people bawl "Million Dollar Baby broke neck!"
looking back you face faces of a personal retrospect
make a left turn in the interstate life
you cry while you're dying by your e-wife with a knife
so sit your fake a** down, and take a chill
while this turns out a dream but it felt so real
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:59 am
A low tolerance for failure so I suck seeds(suceed) like sunflowers/
High tolerance for cowards, I stop breathe to gain power/
Replace that action with choke with my hand around ya throat/
The proceed to to drown your esophagus, create an internal moat/
I boast a heavy quote from Malcom, Any means nessasary/
So I'll gain respect by all means, even past when my eyes are weary/
This flow aint nothin sweet, don't compare me to a berry/
This is the chick sreamin in the horror flick, my ***** this is scary/
You rappers are minerals without no kind of guts/
I could tell by my testicles, now I got Saltee Nutz/
From dickrides wearin big wires to mimmick my style/
Too bard the semen contains a killer diesease that'll leave em chokin for awhile/
Respect the great child, usually mild but now pissed/
Hip Hop ain't missed thats why I visit its grave , ya boy Fish/
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 9:19 am
Saltee Nutz Gang, the joksters wit' duncecaps,
leavin' trash at the bottom of the bin through their mudflaps/
IOIOIOIOIOIOIOI Dinner platez.
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