Print

Hold up, hey now, the beast in me Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat MCs So I let 'em free, let 'em feed peacefully Until he ceases, now the Beast must drop feces But I neva let it free fall, I catch it and spit it I kick shit that blows whole districts in attendance With pen in fist I take tallys, of your scrimmages Can't call it game, my fuego wicked as witches is The kids spits juego sicker than syphilis So sister and brothers grab a shove start digging this Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this An icon with no assistant and no assistin' this Reminisce the number one plus twenty three My days are sunny with steeze sweeter than honey bees Waters are muddy I'm cunning running from nothin b Now I'm fucking muffin motha fuckas ain't touchin' me From Letras Mania