.::Blood Up::.
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IP:
ayo chek it da jokah like a train cuz iam runnin threw dem trax//
take this advice and go get ur alliance back/
you lost like me in ma fuckin science class/
cause dawg what im arm'n is hot/
chop you up and mail ur arms to the cops/
cause i be passin weight through the children/
shots flying every "everybody evacuate the buildin'/
dawg your flows gimic/
fuck chrome, it taste like a rotten apple with worm holes in it/
da jokah is quick to make a bastard fall/
they whole crew get "checked up" like a street game of basketball/
dawg you feel hopeless/
wild cat or phat cat? what ever..your shit is still bogus/
my flows is on fire/
i sell the heat for alot so get the cost right//
i shook ur hand and like a bitch u caught frost bite//
and i'll hack a nigga down just to earn the name butcher //
and ur rhymes stink worse than the comidie of ashton cutcher//
fuck tires im markin this rookie//
dont be surprised if you see ur girl with teeth marks on her pussy///
Fuck da lyrics..votes...lets take this shit to da streetz//
16 shots later dis nigga is like dis battle and he layin in da-feet//
wun muh fucka..
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