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02-02-2013, 03:29 PM
Toil
yea so im a wigga..anyone can see that
its faggot ass white boys like you that make me wanna be black
moms got ya a 'Free ODB' shirt..you musta been in heaven to see
i bet when she ordered it, shed thought shed got you a present for free
but i know you acted tough..went a week without soft toys
must be mad pissed that Peter never made you leader of the Lost Boys
ive seen how ya act no wonder you get seen as wack
can tell you dont leave the house..ya visor hasnt yet been jacked
i wont diss you too hard tho, cus youll throw the boot in
and i dont wanna be responsible for another high school shooting
wish id been there for the pic, ida paid any cost known
cant believe i missed dressing up day at the foster home
but maybe i shudnt be soo harsh, you are a vet man
and how can i mess with a textcee..who types wearing a sweat band?
and i bet it is pretty frantic when ya sit writing at lunch time
tryingna win a battle on prowlers without any punchlines
and wheres ya bottom lip gone, are you biting that man?
spect youre trying to make it swell..so youll look more like a black man
sifs no longer the thickest, the bushes on top of ya eyes are
id make you raise your eyebrowes..but theyd knock off ya visor
be good voters
vs
globalken
I'm a 'wigga'? please. fuck this adidas battle...
we both down with trends...
so hey, what the fashion mang?
It's stompin you.
then leavin ya face on my shoe like Jam Master Jay
cryin to Jakes'll lead to lyin at wakes
I'm fly...
roll up on you like that hovercraft on the side of ya face
look at your outfit, kid, that shit is sorrow at best.
like, "hey mom, my shirts are dirty, can i borrow a dress?"
me a wigger? for occassionally rockin a fitted or beater?
shit, I wouldnt wanna buy timbs holdin my moms hand either
get beat the fuck down: the lines I been known for
seperate ya shoulder then connect to ya dome like ya headphone cord
clone, you can't defy me, ya dickridings shone
cause as long as your from Britain, ya still on the globe
yeah, we rock clothing alike, it's sadness but true kid,
only difference is, I don't look like a fag when i do it
this kid requested a truce, i ain't seen it comin
cuz hes comin like, "lets settle our beef with tea and crumpets!"
when I show, you'll see what all my rage is about
watch my fists disintegrate into his face like his mouth
get used to seein ya pic: I'll make you famous...
and ya still get left at the bottom, like your name is
yea so im a wigga..anyone can see that
its faggot ass white boys like you that make me wanna be black
moms got ya a 'Free ODB' shirt..you musta been in heaven to see
i bet when she ordered it, shed thought shed got you a present for free
but i know you acted tough..went a week without soft toys
must be mad pissed that Peter never made you leader of the Lost Boys
ive seen how ya act no wonder you get seen as wack
can tell you dont leave the house..ya visor hasnt yet been jacked
i wont diss you too hard tho, cus youll throw the boot in
and i dont wanna be responsible for another high school shooting
wish id been there for the pic, ida paid any cost known
cant believe i missed dressing up day at the foster home
but maybe i shudnt be soo harsh, you are a vet man
and how can i mess with a textcee..who types wearing a sweat band?
and i bet it is pretty frantic when ya sit writing at lunch time
tryingna win a battle on prowlers without any punchlines
and wheres ya bottom lip gone, are you biting that man?
spect youre trying to make it swell..so youll look more like a black man
sifs no longer the thickest, the bushes on top of ya eyes are
id make you raise your eyebrowes..but theyd knock off ya visor
be good voters
vs
globalken
I'm a 'wigga'? please. fuck this adidas battle...
we both down with trends...
so hey, what the fashion mang?
It's stompin you.
then leavin ya face on my shoe like Jam Master Jay
cryin to Jakes'll lead to lyin at wakes
I'm fly...
roll up on you like that hovercraft on the side of ya face
look at your outfit, kid, that shit is sorrow at best.
like, "hey mom, my shirts are dirty, can i borrow a dress?"
me a wigger? for occassionally rockin a fitted or beater?
shit, I wouldnt wanna buy timbs holdin my moms hand either
get beat the fuck down: the lines I been known for
seperate ya shoulder then connect to ya dome like ya headphone cord
clone, you can't defy me, ya dickridings shone
cause as long as your from Britain, ya still on the globe
yeah, we rock clothing alike, it's sadness but true kid,
only difference is, I don't look like a fag when i do it
this kid requested a truce, i ain't seen it comin
cuz hes comin like, "lets settle our beef with tea and crumpets!"
when I show, you'll see what all my rage is about
watch my fists disintegrate into his face like his mouth
get used to seein ya pic: I'll make you famous...
and ya still get left at the bottom, like your name is