Cell
Feb 23 2009, 04:15 PM
I prefer hip hop, the "Disney" version/
bullets, ya'll Donald Duck they perversion/
open wound in my brain, DJ's the surgeon/
around my neck, guide thye rope/
deny my hope/
see through this ghetto kaleidoscope/
how they collide with coke/
say the same thing twice/
just double the price/
and if they say it thrice/
then they pie is open for slice/
off the discount/
nice cars, ya'll dismount/
how many poor kids ya'll pass by? I lost count/
Like a gargoyle, on rooftops i mount/
these high rollers/
close range closers/
end of ya life holders/
fallin' off like boulders/
from Wu-Tangs/
and a few gangs/
to girls wit' highlighted bangs/
speakin' these orangutan slangs/
hangin' from bars/
spittin' flem from the sunroof of cars/
playin' their future like cards/
gun point is how they get their regards/
while this Mexican/
flexin' in/
Pacific moonlight/
street sweeper, hold ya broom tight/
or i'll be moppin' up blood all night/
well, alright, well, okay/
it ain't the end of the world 'cause in Australia it's a new day/
read that in a fortune cookie/
O.G.s never shook me/
until my pride took me/
like a Training day rookie/
controlled frenzy/
green wit' envy/
we agree to endin'/
1,000 doves to the sky is what i'm sendin'/
picture two gats held in thug attire/
and they both backfire/
wit' one bird on the wire/
shittin' on a collapsed empire/
that never got started/
death ya'll art it/
lyrics from another culture, green card it/
and put a gun to ya head like you retarded/