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just a piece i came up with when i was in the county jail--its kinda old now
IP:
mentally anguished and ill minded rhyme spitter
like roger clemons on the mound i throw a no hitter
miraculous and talented was bleesed the gift of flow
i just unleash my toungue and it spits out pure gold
bling bling like b.g. and the cash money army
just give me some pills and a brew and its on G
high life's what im livin im forever john blaze
love'n these bitches but no love for no gay's
hate me if u want,im just bein me
i speak what i want, and mean what i speak
white boy is str8 nuts, i think hes lost his marbles
best believe it cuzzo,im unloading into all u
no shame whatsoever,aint scared of jack shit
fuck ur mother with a knife,open her up,split her clit
then shove u back in her,sew her up,and i split.
drive to the liquir store get a fifth and chug it.
just another day around the way,here in michigan
state full of crazy ass dudes,in and out of the pen.
we act on how we think,actually dont think at all
maybe thats why were all confined behind these brick walls.
DAMN!!!!!!!!!!fucked up aint it.
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