Friday, January 14, 2011
You Ain't Never Heard Of
Check as i get ill deep. You can't sleep count sheep. Fuck fuck bleep. I'll put ya down deep into the ground. Where you won't be found. Out of sound. I'ma murder this murder ill lyripoetcist. Suggest you don't fuck with this or me. Cause i'm running with a meatcleaver. That'll leave ya ass bled up. Not only that but dead up. I'm fed up. Fuck you bitch don't like my shit. I'll murder you in public. Worse then that you'll love it. So shove it. Get ya ass adjusted. Cause none can be trusted. I'm so disgusted. I'll be out to put ya lights out. Bash ya brain. I ain't playing. You heard what i said. You'll be dead on a mission. Chopping off heads head hunting. Don't be stunting. Quit fronting just looking for a lil somethin somethin. Wicked shit i'm bumping cable wires jumping. Electrowave magnetic shocking. No stopping pussy popping. With ya dilapdated ass i bash throw you in the trash. You ain't knowing this. I'm the wickedest straight wicked juggalo. Better act like you know ho. & i'm proving with flow. That wicked ass shit. You can't fuck with. Don't try your luck wit. Punk better duck quit bitch. Cause i'm the wrong nigga fuck wit yeeeea & thats how it be. Wicked fine g you ain't seeing me. For all those groupie wanna be lames. Shit ain't the same. I'll put ya out yo brain. For the insane fucked & deranged. Yo ass can hang don't fuck with this. Ya heard me. I murder ya i'll murder ya murder murder. Hit ya wit some shit you ain't never heard of. Murder murder put ya out of order. Murder murder hit you wit something ya never heard of. Ha know it is wrecker kris murdering shit. That wicked shit. Get off my dick heha i'm out.
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