Take that motherfucker
good morning to all you notty-headed
Word to the camouflage large
Bring that meth in here
drink some good Nightrain
Verse One:
Champion gear that I rock
attack you like a pit
freaks the sound
Killer Bees attack murder one
kick it like a Night Flite!
Check the method
Twin glocks!
we going to war
Verse Two: Method Man
I be from the psycho ward
save the beef on the cow
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with owls
On the chessbox
Verse Three: Inspector Deck
I leave in body bags
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the Inspector
From the bad lands
Representing iller
strictly hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system
Now, another deadly episode
Verse Four: Ghostface Killer
hype-ass verse
I ramshack
Rap assassin quick to blast
Ghost thinks with logic
I attacked your whole project
[i will wear thirty two shades of eyeliner & gentrify your avant garde poetry]
Monday, October 09, 2006
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