Somein To Share
 

Fists bided with vocabulary, set out to hit fairies,
But if you cross me you’ll pay, you’ll never cross me/(of ya list)
So keep your wage, keep yo page and fillit,
I serve up steak the quality of a fillet*,
This heres a treasure island and theres all muppets,
A freestyle is about blowing your own trumpet?
In’t it, well ima pimp dick and my thoughts are sick,
So anyone know a doc around here cuz I’m in need of ‘medical attention’ but the day Bush stops wars is the day I’m put in ‘mental detention’ centre/
I’ve been stated with a brain tumour,
It’s a fact no MOTHERFUCKING rumour,
I’m a MOTHERFUCKER murder-er/

Jus a quick few bars with no meaning and don’t take it to heart. Jus sharing a couple.
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