| Subject: Must be dead |
Author:
Oden
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Date Posted: 18:32:50 03/01/03 Sat
Enemies best believe when I leave the penitentury, eventually youll inevitably be a casualty, such a tradjedy, a tradjic reality, battle me, don't be mad at me, I have to be, the meanest, evil genious, Smokein weed the greenest, drinkin esos Jesus, VSOP, special brew, going crazy steppin through, all these foes, who chose, the wrong road, I explode, and erode your whole fuckin click, bullets zip and slip into your bones, when my Crips invading your homes, Gangsta like Capone, cutting the lines to your phone, when you all alone, tied to a pole, screamin and prayin that you dreamin, now your spirit is leaving, your body becomes a corpse, throwin up my Tek Force to the nation, my congregation of crazy Crips leave you on a permanent vacation, bodies just wastein, In shallow ditches, straight kill you snitches, this aint ficticious, my grime is vicious, time to rip this crime, flip these dimes, pop this nine, til I die or getted locked confined, to a 8 by 12 cell, livin hell, serve incarseration, see me in max flats in segregation, hand in your resignation
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