YA GITTT?!
about:
[Freestyle]
Saturday, December 17, 2005
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I ont know who gon kill ya
Coz when i see ya, you wont wanna remember who stabbed ya
Tryin' to touch my boo
Coz when I diss you
I ont give a fuck if you're the Presidents' bitch too
See she aint like you
Get tha sockets outta ya man's eyes
Coz my Princess gon to
Her'lena's a Princess you's a phoney
Your man's gettin horny
Burn your ass wit 4:20
Your shit is whack
I'ma get your ass stacked
No wanksta talk gon scare me
No gangsta talk gon move my baby
Starin' in jealousy coz you're helluva fugly
Your man's been creepin', You's a bitch fake-thuggin'
Now your man's been cuttin' in dem Red Light Districts
You ont know bout it now you're axin' 'Whut is this?'
He came back wit Hi-5 & a bleedin' D.I.
Smokin' blunt juz get all so high
Coz you're castrated & sterilised
Your mom's despised
I'm stackin' dead presidents in my stash
I'ma use em to jack ya ass
1 verse is enuff to clean ya ass
Emil's gonna put you out you've been runnin' ya mouth about
Vampire bites tonight hell without a doubt
Verbally beefin',mentally beefin' I'm gonna get physically rhymin'
Hell bitch you got tha wrong dime
You've wasted my baby's time
Dissin' you's a waste of my line
Lets see Her'lena drop your ass in a pile of flesh...
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**Note: This is a diss. Dun ax me fo who. If you think its bout you, then it is.
[cA$heEzy Baby]
'Clikkity clank, clikkity clank, the money goes into my piggybank...'
FeeKee D'
