(Necro). Poetry in the streets remix. brand new third verse. Necro and Ill Bill. . The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess. documentations of the human race, can study death.
[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]. Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge. Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished. Up and up the limit, past the point of no return.
The King of Greece. My shot is Deece. Puttin holes in your teeth. Swallow my meat. And I'll SPIT. Not rhymes but a treat. Its a Necro-creamsicle. My gonorrhea vehicle.
(Necro). Uh. Peep the killer shit. Death murder rap shit. Bitch. Check it. The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess. Documentations of the human race, can study death.
(Verse). Disaster burst appetite. The last massacre, fantastica, ambassador. My castles like Vlad Draculas. Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic gloves.
Smoke something. I just bought me a Coupe Deville,. Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel. Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack cause I'm from Texas,.
Readin' Pimp. Playa-istic shit. By dino boys. Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny. And make 'em join. The winning team. Ain't nothin' but realness.
I don't slip or trip when she asks me where I've been (Where you been). One big smile on my face zip it darling it's just you and me (You and me). Now I'm on some Alfie behaviour, I'll call you back later.
It's always the sunny days that bring me down. When I'm reminded that you're not around.. Friends try and fail to make me smile. But I had the answer with me all the while..
[Mike Jones]. I'm back on the track, I'm bout to rip it apart. 40 carats on my chest froze up my heart. I'm Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones Jones. That'll hit the block with all of my rocks and won't leave til' my rocks gone.
[Mike Jones]. First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones". First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones". First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones".
[Mike Jones]. It's Mike Jones, back on the track. I pack a gat, when I'm in the 'lac. I wreck a track, title wack. To make sho' my paper stack. If I don't grind, then I don't shine.
Don't you stand there like God's not a miracle worker.. He's working a miracle right now.. Somebody beside you don't undertand your praise, but I want you to grab somebody around you that don't mind praising and I want you to hit the floor right now..
Pull up at the trap house at 10:17. Pull up in the gas station I need ice and drinks,. Now I'm gangsta leanin, drop a 3 in a liter. My other bitch bankin' my line I forgot to delete her.
Feelin' classy today. Well, alright, let's go. I'm not evil, I'm just psycho. I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics to spot a typo (Yeah). .
Niggas uh, bitches ha uh. . (Niggas) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop. (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa. Gotcha, open off the words I say because.
I got ten fingers to the sky,. My back to the wall, my white flag high,. Her lips, just like a gun,. She's got silver bullets on her tongue,. He's deep under her spell,.
(Shaggy 2 Dope). Fuck the Fuck off!. its shagg the clown. its shagg the clown. watch it yo! its shagg the clown. watch it yo! its shagg the clown. fuck the fuck off!.
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