ayo slik flo could a BOX a "notepad" and still couldnt PUNCHLINE'S/
slik'll get left wit a crunched-spine, eatin apple sauce thru a straw at lunchtime's/
i munch-ryhme's, lemme drop a "slik flo" it aint hard-ta-do/
bitch i know ballet dancers that come as hard-as-you/
u tha JOKER outta that pack of 52, i run wit a shifty-crew/
i fuck hoe's, while u go to tha gay bar and like "did ya miss-me, boo?"/
fucking unpretected's tha only time u can say u "came-raw"/
i'll leave slik's vein's-sore wit that small chainsaw/
Streetz insane?...naw, ima leave son-ta-bleed/
i bust gats, while tha only MAGAZINE u fuck wit, are tha ones-ya-read



magazine=clips

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Streetz aka mattee