17355, ! Posted by Slaughter, Fri Nov-11-05 04:47 PM
enough of the games...JOES, LETS GO!
aight man up! i was buggin wit yall/ i spit way sicker - stay huggin a stall/ aint budging at all, this is nuthin at all/ so grab ya troops, grab ya crew, cousins and all/ this Sarge-tight flow, spit sparked ni-tro/ illuminate the dark, u like, "where the night go?"/ do shows like Mi-chael, any day of the cy-cle/ while this dude Destro don't even own a mic yo/ yo lil garbage spits iz old; some'n that's been/ or some'n like them leftovers i dump in the bin/ it's like some'n to ten, "know where ya skillz at?"/ saw you humpin ya man, screaming "uh! you feel dat!?"/ all yo maggots on highs, i'm known to pack treble/ EFF yo disguise! i turn that mask to scrap metal!/ yo rhymes drag slow, and ya fans r fags yo/ met ya match - better be worrying 'bout Fantasmo/ cause the Sarge leave you scarred with this le-thal barrage/ now this homo wanna "Talk To Me" like Chico Debarge/ go meet with yo squad; you blowing smoke apache/ Finesstro, fix ya dress yo, you showing yo maxi/
"the REAL American Ill-Flow"
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