Monday, January 4, 2010

My Style.

- My style is to Dis.
You are to get piss.
For there will be no peace,
'cause I'm gonna kiss,
your girlfriend on her cheeks.
Wit my lips!

- Yo.
Death is the only option you have since your gonna live a living hell.
The only way to express your feelings is to yell,
out the pain that you are suffering!
While your possessions is mine for the taking!
Wit all mean.
Hate me!
I'll be glad to feel that, you are hating!
everything that you once love, don't worry I'm not so heartless to take everything,
from you, so here's your loaf. Dick!

- Before I thought the fuel needed to win ain't no anger but wit the heart to protect every precious things to me!
But after you showed up, anger is everything to me!
To win every motha' fucking battles that you challenged.
Intentionally or incidentally I'll be a Legend.
For I am able to clean a trash,
like you and burn u into ash
and make my account full of cash
after your death!

- Every motha' fucking sins that you had done aren't known to others.
I ain't gonna reveal it to anyone chill,
but to your girl! And I'll let her be the one to do the burial, on the hill!
(haha)
And after that she is mine... TO PEEL!

- Owned you. Motha' fucker.