Posted by KinetiC on January 19, 2006, 6:19 am …….. Its like I just overdosed, Robotussin DM hit me up if you wanna join forces
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It may have taken some Hippocratic talking knowledge of self
But my local psychiatrist gave me a clean bill of health
Its like im let back on the loose, no more harness to tie to me
There gonna trust this kid enough to fit back into society
Ha Ha #### NAH
THIS LIKE SOME X GONNA BRING IT TO YA SHIT
GET EM
And mixed 2 liters of Seven Up with 4 cups of Seagrams
I make Seven & Seven “up yours” as I hop in the Cutlass
Shoes hung from the rearview, call it the Chuck rest
I smoke half and eighth of dro, been in county, my lungs chest
Burning, but my minds in nirvana like monks best
I was just thinking to hit a lick and get some clit
When I saw a 90 something chevy with its thistle chipped
I prolly wasn’t thinking clearly had my pixles mixed
But best believe I railed that shit just like a dizzle stick
China man looks scared, his eyes wider than mine be
With a look of death I signal him to exit the side street
Poor fool prolly thinks we gonna exchange insurance
Really he be lucky if I maim and curb him
He steps out, starts yellin like he ready to talk shit
Making the beating that ensues easy on conscience
Homies looking clean, I wanna know where he keep clout
I only ask questions after ceasing the beat down
This mans limp as chow mien, and im ditching the scene now
Only after his electronics and Louis wallet get cleaned out
Now its down to the pawn shop and im removing a SIM card
When Im red flagged passing the Bobs Big Boy on Crenshaw
I aint scared of Ho Chi Ming, I hid the ride and locked the rims too
But my piss is dirty and my PO dont approve of the pimp juice
So before the pig can catch up I dip into the Laundromat
Find a pile of cloths and bury the stolen property and 20 sack
I dip to the other side and open a penny machine
The cop walks up as im folding bras panties and things
Pig says “looks like some stuff for your punk ass to have fun with”
I said “yea especially when im stripping em off of your ugly b###h”
And with that, breath stanking like Wyatt *BURP*
I leave the Laundromat with a smile and like three brand new shirts
Continue to the Pawn shop and Uncle Ken asks when I changed names
I thought about that bloody chink and said “when budda claims gangs”
I walk outside and drop the ID down the street drain
And see shorty that had me sprung like T Pain
I had a wad to blow so I decide to take her out for chicken quick
She don’t like Church’s, she don’t mean nothing but chicken shit
Blow out the shocks on my Cutty, shorty tries to fire a ciggy grit
Im like Hell nah, shits only good getting a ziggy lit
I dropp her off after she helps me heist some Michi-lins
Kinetic leaving caddies on blocks from South Central to Michi-gan
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