i'll close your windows when the crome thing blows
put a brother down, no syndrome
ive got your dole wrinsed like an old ring tone
its gets dyplomatic when bin snows
its worser, screaming ill burn her
for the money i might teenner a turner
crazy im more wavey than a surfer
its my little friend now say hello
im rolling with the maggie, and she aint yellow
click clack, compress it, ive got a bic mac, with no lettuce
and i was out there shippin heat well you were raving
looking for a chick to beat
with a shank i will skin a gee so you better keep shhhh like its rubbery
what? dissin me... little wasp cant fuck with this killer bee
with the heat i will literally leave a punk sisselly, no italy
no beauty this kidss beast, im a wolf these kids are sheep
when i burst, victory, you'll get yourself ice berged.. history
i will light the room with no candle that big 3 5 with the crome handle
the feds no me as a road vandle
your just a big fagggit! soul cambel!
and i will bury him alive... crueger you can see the freddy in my eyes
well your out watching football with the guys, i'll be in your house john terryin ya wife
and i'll hop it at a prick i'll shoot i wont miss ill hit em with a stick nd if i hit trust i wont miss never grass to the pigs
maggie wipper... not a bin man but i carry litter, what do you know about power ive got owens slammy clipper
my lyrics have touched more kids than gary glitter.. ive got a j that will flip a joint,
they no what it is when man miss the point, best belive that i'll shoot.. so dont get ruuude.. van nistelroy!
my hearts cold like a room with no lights fam, im giant, call me andre, your not a fag your just on gate
i might have to kill a prick, and watch it on ma video phone... beyonce
look its not funny, on my hit list if your getting money.. for the dipsy i let the thing go la larr.. teletubby!
my lyrics for ma local rave read them and let me know what you think rhyme wise