Konu: Saafir - Swig Of The Stew Ptsi Şub. 09, 2009 10:19 pm
another massive dose i'm sendin' in hittin' when i step back to the deck sidebets kick 'em in then raise up jet from the ivory it's time for me to see if i can graze the cut just a hint i'm shuttin' down ya pistons you'll have to listen 'cause i'm clippin' of the wack bracket shit that's soft so go back to the troft and put it back next to the smirnoff bottle where u found it from it sounds numb has no feel an organic synthesis did i mention this in the last verse no i drive a fast hearse they'll have to catch the flow i'm snatchin' a row of burnt corpses and hopin' they lernt the forces that they're up against the immense in this shit will a fist to the grill instill a fraction of common sense you would want providence to play a part but it's obvious you have no heart i'm protruding a pro-tracker the proportion of a slacker is where i store the shit give me ya cup what's ya flavor it's juice taste it a swig of the stew
now that i have a deepdish spoon niggas be attackin' get blackin eyes like racoons blew up like balloons busted rusted they're getting thrusted with them screw drivers who's the livest me and i love it when the slug rubs another from a rusty life they couldn't cut it so i cut 'em with my trusty knife skinned alive and when deprived of one's life one thinks twice three time a lady lionel couldn't pay or you to fade me 'cause i be learnin' shit makin ternikits for broken english i'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause i'm sewin' up shit. you know i can rip, i rest with the hobo's yo yo's stay up no mayonnaise on the cut but i can bust it wit the mustard my spice is hot the radish adds this seasoning that creates and make taste buds wanna make dubs of a swig of the stew
box car 23 is my freight train i'm not strippin' for the cock except the diesel the weight gain i make pain and i take it 'cause i'm humble a dirty rat a sturdy gat is the back up for the smack up easy for me to pack the knack up braggadocio rhymes i'm braggin while i'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans hafta be lean for the cuisine who dat! dick dasturdly could never master me drew raps after me comes me stop suction cupping you got nothing coming but cum of burns hon. i'm doin' it for my niggas in the oak-land where i plan my escape from traits of empty crates and busted grapes are not part of the gomay hey just an appetizer filet mignon but the song is the stew
Ptsi Şub. 09, 2009 10:19 pm