Excuse me, me I be the poetry man that was sent by the WWBCC fanclub You the number 1-900-GET-DA-BOOT and you asked the question is the world coming to How come nature changed us How we haven learned so many things Things that rearrange our brains us think insane See we sent here on a mission A particular one this that was sent That was across the planet earth So to let you know your eyes realize Reps, sayin?
Rock:Yo yo step baby Watch where ya walk Rock: When it time for action Louie: Yo reps don talk Rock: first step a doosy Louie: So watch ya walk When it time for action Louie: heads don talk
Check I press this next on my checklist Get restless it where ya rest son di-tect it SEE I gets when these reps run through your set bitch No Soon we bring it to crews a Se it be be that make it shitty in ya city A simply pounds leaving your grounds empty You just can me you got what it takes TO Swim in a tank of become bait 5-8 inches are better, however Supreme, I bring things ya can measure bad weather, like Starang, Louie and D.O. See we muthafuckas to rubbish like we C-4
Wee known to be triple R rated but gets down for To of the first to hit the scene and the to go Move if you got the heart to get blazed By the one mac when you react and get laid yo back sprayed, attack fade turn your naps gray Move yo monkey ass ore I let this fuckin?gat thatl mash your mainframe To bring forth and then know why these two niggas came Get yo body stained my shotty far from complex trained by the realer soldiers, gods and the non But the threat Has yet to be Shoulda learned that we these cats like big worm
Rock: your step baby Louie: Watch you walk Rock: it time for action Louie: Yo these reps don Rock: That first a doosy Louie: So watch you walk Rock: it time for some action Louie: Real don talk
Alright here goes the submission MC folder Scold ya supreme sting teams Rock the Yes I shoulda ya We bomb crews like Don any closer Leave creepers sleepin?in comas Playtime over, ya toaster from ya hoster Roast ya then watch them fall October It colder, than January Shoulda ran Too late crews break 'cause they still ain Ain Defeat the who speak petty I sting you with lingual sharp like a Prepare to meet maker Won to break a snake up Bomb like Arnold then Il berate ya
These rebels are So dead so many battlecries So many things that change so many try To end me 'cause envy has taken So many fake thugs so many slugs this shit colder As I got older had plans to roll boulder And the whole set 'cause cash wreck for all my souljahs I fumble a well nigga that shelves who have to Before I get and blow the spot like Bryant Gumble Prepare to rumble we now must this get open like a leakhead wit a dutch spliff Now fuck this these are-a No need to crush when I touch shit I make this shit spicier than mustard
Ahh ohh ahh (Now hold on hold on son just out) Ahh ohh ahh (Breath in out) Ahh ohh ah (These fashion niggas got a dick in they mouth) Ahh ahh (Word is bon Jovi ain none of yal bag out all hash) Ahh ohh ahh (Word)
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Rock: So watch your baby Louie where ya walk Rock: When it for some action Louie: Yo these reps don Rock: That first a doosy Louie: So watch where ya Rock: it time for action Louie: Real don talk