Sumpthin'

Sumpthin'

The gangsta Angels of Death

4/4/3 - Yo, ya hate a gangsta nikka but ain't contrastin'/the difference between us im fresha, dun need no Dentine/you stink, and rot rhymes as im continuWIN(continuin')/ownin' and ownin', im rollin' like a bowlin' im hittin the pinz/the only pinz you got is buttinz(buttons) for ya cheap clothinz'/i shoulda compare ya to a smog ya breathein'/as i am the bling, bright for ya eyez, ya come up sneezin'/you decay dead flesh is all diease-ing/cuz you got beaten in SPRING, got eatten up with theze SEASONZ/Salt & Pepper is the feminime MC ya wanna be, keep on dreamin'/while you being "forked"(fucked in ass), i got the "scoop" to top-of-it/i stay top-of-thingz, and believe-of-it as im the "Golden String"(in Hercules the string of life can't be cut)/Im the real shiet, no need to knot one or even tie one/ur the fake gangsta, an imitat-shun(imitation), Made in Taiwan/what up son! ~~GoNe

4/10/3
i twisted faith into two-pieces and torn out new-dieases
now its even like two freaks in circus with no reasons
the abilities of double power revolve me in each seasons
i Spring up to bound, and "Fall as the sky" into my own coffin
im the "dead livin" with the same air as the world breath in
call me the monster with stenches of death and straws of depth
this vampire with ill senses and suck blood of all humans' neck
i creep in crepuscle certainly behind curtain ready to rip off your skull
your arteries would be blown, as i enter with torches in your torso, apart-your-soul
descendin' the heart-of-gold and ressurrect the demon's dark-eternal
a deck-of-pain infect-your-brain your mind neglect-my-reign
your body is strong as an Amtrak train, my fangz venomed with anthrax, soon you'll detrain
the plague in-you must-have-control, the goodness in-you is destructible
spread my victory sickness and get the "win-flu" across your body-and-soul...

4/11/3
my mind screeches, my eyez twitches
to fall in love was my wrong desicison
now im here in the middle of the universe
before i do anything, i gotta think first
never happen to think twice, but love has ta hurt
if i lay down pretend everythin is nice,
i would juss lie to myself and lose my pride
i gotta stand-my-ground, and plan-my-bound
so i can see images in my head, all year round
gotta be clear and straight like line of scrimmage
my mind of hate will extend to "the sky's the limit"
the possiblity of an open-mind like windows open wide
fresh out bacon-rind, never stop on chokin-lines
the meaning of life-and-love undefined
the strife-above put tearz in my eyez, my soul-has-cried
like the price of my life, unbearable, the toll-was-high
i seek for answerz, and put my wordz in prayers, every-nite
plz God tell meeh, is what im doing even nearly-right?...

HEY PICKY! Change Your Fulfil Background!!

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws