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c u at the crossroads
and we prayin prayin prayin we pray everyday
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#2
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and im gona miss everybody
livin in a hateful world | ||
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#3
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can somebody anybody tell me whyyyyyy
we die we die we die | ||
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#4
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Yeaaa 8 posts a day 8 posts a day 8 posts a day
Meet me at the crossroads
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Kirban Manaburn / Speedd Haxx
PKer & Master Trainer and Terrorist of Sullon Zek Kills: 1278, Deaths: 76, Killratio: 16.82 | ||
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#5
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i make dough but don't call me doughboy
chiggity check yo self befo you wreck yo self cuz 17 account bans is bad for yo health | ||
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#6
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first you want step to me now you callin for the GM
you betta run a check big dicks in yo ass is bad fo yo health. | ||
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#7
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yeaaaaaaa hell yea no what im sayin?
used to be my homie, used to be my ace, now i wana slap the taste out to mouf. | ||
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#8
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bow wow wow yippe yo yay the sounds of red99 bring me to another day
ur bark was loud but ur bite wasn't vicious. | ||
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#9
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V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him Watch what ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death card Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god Get money and earn it, that "everything you touch turn" shit Got much to learn kid, light it up, burn shit Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt Only time they see him when they meet him with the cash belt Ay carumba, now that's my number One dry summer, as far as I remember Burnt-out, but gainin' every edgy penny Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny Call him back when you need some more yak, Horshack Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback Your man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto Get back too, bro, exactamundo Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner" For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell Like "Oh well," hold tall riches If the feds is really after them they just told all the snitches On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow mouth What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out? No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free Maybe it's me, baby it's V! Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be In the naked city, rappers is so giddy That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty The way he take no prisoners and show no pity It's how son became a big man from a black boy To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd He feel they need to give him his own dance This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smokin' Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken | ||
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#10
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never drink the bong water
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