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Two lines=1 bar text ...or more..pikup where the story ends
take the story wherever you want ..just keep it rollin..just
like in the freestyle circles we used to have in school..
(well i did anyway..)..aight let's see how well you can do topical and stay on point...let's go..



i'm broke as fuck, stuck at a dead end steet
i roll up to the spot where me and my friends meet..
we decided that were tired of not having paper
we got connections major,playuhs lets juss pull a caper..

i know this pawn shop where the alarms aint wired
and the lady who owns it we'll get some checken wire to tie her

And tell her she'll die, cause that's how dreadful my life was/
The money I must have it, before take my knife to her side cuzz/

i aint high on life, this is jus a light buzz,
thas why im ready to kill this bitch for some fine drugs

grab the cash the blingy stuff, the hammer's back trigger's stuck?now what the fuk,
smash that bitch upside the temple,dragged her unconcious ass into, the trunk of the rental

and now i'm cruizin round,bitch in the trunk just died..
oh lord please forgive me i didn't mean to take her life.
i hit the highway doin 90 hell with 55
lookin my rear view, oh shyt it's a blue and white...

Lights are flashing, sirens, them bitch niggaz asking/
Us to pull to the side, we thought about, start blasting/
It ride or die, and we done took a life, on this darken night/
Necrophilia got me wantin to make that dead bitch my wife/

whether Clips or Pipes, ill Gang rape your mother then Slit your wife
i can give a Shit who fights, but i'll bust quick like horny Kids at Night!

^huh? It didn't carry on the story

Cuttin P wrote:Lights are flashing, sirens, them bitch niggaz asking/
Us to pull to the side, we thought about, start blasting/
It ride or die, and we done took a life, on this darken night/
Necrophilia got me wantin to make that dead bitch my wife/

it's my kryptonite,dont care if these gluttons get me
i need cold cochie to truly be 'fukin dead meat'
so off to sunny vegas, mashin my impala racin
with more cops behind, than obama's inauguration

They can't catch me, naw, never, it aint happening/
Driving, lookin in my sideview, on dank, blasting in/
The po pos direction, letting my four four direct em/
Into each other, car accidents, streets got no mo protection/
Slow the impala down, while we creepin off the interstate/
Im looking for a nice quiet to take dead girl to penetrate/
Yea! Layed her down slow, fuckin till she starts to imitate/
A cummin bitch, her eyes off in a direction, skeetin in her face/
Push her in the trunk through the back seats trap door/
Get the goods, ghost ride the whip on fire, burnin that whore/

now i'm hungry for more endorphines in my brain reactin
i never felt this alive, chemical chain reactions
lyin in a ditch til the cops clear and the flames retractin
i want an encore i look at my crew,the same reaction

We Run To The Crib..Grabbin The Guns And The Cigs...
Goin Thru Moms Dresser For Some Panty Hoes.....
Roll Up To Another Place,Covered Face..Understand Me Bro?
We Go In The Candy Sto,Grippin On The Handy Fo Like HAND ME DOUGH!..

she says "un hand me! no!",cuz us goons all look real scary.
i say "hand me dough" again "i dont mean pillsbury"
the cash box opens change rollin the cash flies
i swing my open hend to her face with the back side

..right up in her face
so this bitch she know ta' act wize
then we bounce 'an break
..throw tha shit up back in tha lac'
we peel out
..mother fuckers know we after tha cash
this real droughts
..all but over we so cold we breath'n smoke...