"Hot Garbitch ...Can't tell me Nothing" Sat Jun-09-07 12:34 PM by Zin
Nukka you physically inept … To swim with an mc like me at this black sea dept … See I go wit the beat and this flo is so right I’ll make you play the far left .. Then when it’s your turn to bless the MIC they like ‘pa left … Zin’ll make you hotstepp… And kick rocks … See….since you claim you so sick ock … I’ll spit that shit that’ll rehab and detox … That re`ANSWER to Reebok … pigeon toe and knees knocked …epileptic seizure Steroids to weazers I’m a breath of fresh air …but my rhymin Is that toke of weed smoke that’ll choke and have Greg Isaacs in the Heimlich … (((in perfect timing))) To release these blocked air waves … Of that bull spit …. muzic You so called “blessing” us wit …. And trash receptacle it …