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They Are Standing Quotes: STANDING ON THE EDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT I HAD A VISION IT WAS BIGGER THAN LIFE STANDING ON THE EDGE OF MY BED SHE SAID 'COME HERE, DON'T BE AFRAID' HER TONGUE OPENED LIKE A SHOT OH BANG BANG TEN FEET TALL, LASER EYES KILLER BODY, KILLER THIGHS SHE DREW ME A FINE LINE WHAT'S WRONG WHAT'S RIGHT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK SHE SEEMED TO KNOW WHAT TO DRINK I WAS STUNNED BY HER GUN COULDN'T WALK, COULDN'T RUN WELL SHE DREW ME A PICTURE AND IT SEEMED SO TRUE STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE SHE'S LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES LOVE IS PASSIN' BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I'M WONDERING WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE RIGHT HERE IN MY FACE I HAD A VISION THAT WAS BIGGER THAN LIFE OH CONNIE LIKES NIGHTTIME, EVERY NIGHT CONNIE LIKES CANDY, EVERY BITE ALL DAY SUCKER, CONNIE MIGHT SWALLOW THAT THING 'CAUSE SHE DOES IT RIGHT I'M WEAK IN THE KNEES I'M BEGGIN' YOU PLEASE JUST ASK FOR MORE SHE JUST WANTS AFFECTION MY SOLDIER'S AT ATTENTION NO I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOIN THIS TO ME STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE SHE'S LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES LOVE IS PASSIN' BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I'M WONDERING WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE WELL SHE TOLD ME IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE AND SHE TOLD ME IN THE STRICTEST CONFIDENCE SHE TOLD ME WE WERE WORLDS APART SHE TOLD ME, SHE TOLD ME I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE SHE SAID, 'DON'T BE AFRAID' STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE YOU'RE LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES STANDING ON THE EDGE LIGHT FLASHES BEFORE MY EYES STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHIN' MY WORLD CRASH BY LOVE IS PASSING BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I WONDER WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE
STANDING ON THE EDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT I HAD A VISION IT WAS BIGGER THAN LIFE STANDING ON THE EDGE OF MY BED SHE SAID 'COME HERE, DON'T BE AFRAID' HER TONGUE OPENED LIKE A SHOT OH BANG BANG TEN FEET TALL, LASER EYES KILLER BODY, KILLER THIGHS SHE DREW ME A FINE LINE WHAT'S WRONG WHAT'S RIGHT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK SHE SEEMED TO KNOW WHAT TO DRINK I WAS STUNNED BY HER GUN COULDN'T WALK, COULDN'T RUN WELL SHE DREW ME A PICTURE AND IT SEEMED SO TRUE STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE SHE'S LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES LOVE IS PASSIN' BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I'M WONDERING WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE RIGHT HERE IN MY FACE I HAD A VISION THAT WAS BIGGER THAN LIFE OH CONNIE LIKES NIGHTTIME, EVERY NIGHT CONNIE LIKES CANDY, EVERY BITE ALL DAY SUCKER, CONNIE MIGHT SWALLOW THAT THING 'CAUSE SHE DOES IT RIGHT I'M WEAK IN THE KNEES I'M BEGGIN' YOU PLEASE JUST ASK FOR MORE SHE JUST WANTS AFFECTION MY SOLDIER'S AT ATTENTION NO I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOIN THIS TO ME STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE SHE'S LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES LOVE IS PASSIN' BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I'M WONDERING WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE WELL SHE TOLD ME IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE AND SHE TOLD ME IN THE STRICTEST CONFIDENCE SHE TOLD ME WE WERE WORLDS APART SHE TOLD ME, SHE TOLD ME I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE SHE SAID, 'DON'T BE AFRAID' STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHING MY LIFE FLASH BY STANDING ON THE EDGE YOU'RE LOOKIN' RIGHT THROUGH MY EYES STANDING ON THE EDGE LIGHT FLASHES BEFORE MY EYES STANDING ON THE EDGE AND WATCHIN' MY WORLD CRASH BY LOVE IS PASSING BY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I WONDER WHY WHAT'S THE REASON THAT I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE STANDING ON THE EDGE I'M STANDING ON THE EDGE

From Standing On The Edge by Cheap Trick
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Quotes about They Are Standing: X-Men stunting hoes on dat Molly call me Professor Xavier-SavageLand Shotcallah there holy savior-I make them spark then they feel the jubilee-I put them in my Gambit decc that's why they stay true to me-but not really at all-they say they know me so raw-but I swear I don't know them hoes at all-but they domain is my balls-I'm happy just to escape dem walls-who cares about crank calls-they tank and fall-that's why them hoes stank to all-they claim that I like them but I don't hang wit em at all-they try to hang on da balls-they need to try to hang on dem walls-fake Spiderwoman wanna be Blacc Widow Spiders-baccstabbers with no spy door set em on fire-when I spit Aqua Net-that blue sky is fallen-dey to chiccen for my Foxx Den-I'm they X-Men no Captain save a hoe hate em like they ex-men-I Morph on them and shift-they are the apple of my third blind eye I'm the Asiatic Chamelion-I blend thru the shade-I throw there way-and creep away-to a better way-where everyth! ang-is straight no weird or strange-highways-that are lower then the nade-they say we gave him nath-but I laugh cuz I barely know your name-I don't remember lames-nowadays-I tend to leave them in the old guttah drains-where I washed away-my strain of pain-in a Yakisoba then I fried it with my paste-and took it to the brain-burned them in bad memories-never to really ever mess with them silly hoes-trix are for rabbits-I be rabbit to quick on my toes-and done with that dejavu demo-I dropped that EP long lomg time ago-but them dumb hoes-didn't even know-fucc dey colabo-they just trying to hard to spin with a globe-that really don't like them cuz they shallow with no control-of they con artist soul-they kiss ass to people that don't even roll-just the procedural gimmicks the formalities of a award show-the fake smiles the fake props-might as well be talking to stage props-they stay hot-but they not-them hoes look hot-but they cold and way off-from my spot-they were gett! ing luke warmer but then not at all-they not in my Beehive of ! Killer S warmers they just sting and die and fall-like a Honey Bee-to nutra sweet to be on my square C & H 126 Cubes in my pink box-I got to many like at Atlantic Square them baddies on me in pink floccs-Flymingo hoes-on throw-exchange them like clothes-that I outgrown-then go fit sum moe-come one come all-one size fits all-pussies all look the same inside ya'll-better not beat it up raw-until the ice breaker thaw-when it's more spicy-then wifey-until then tell em nighty nighty-sleep on me once-stay sleeping we done-it was only for they income-pimp and dip is the outcome-got ghost way before the how come-just a wild Wolverine Wilderbeast-surviving off pure real pure Lean-they almost had me in they web of extacy-but Molly came and rescued me-off to the place by the beach-where you could smell the blue sea-my paradise and retreat-no lingering of salty T-I-D-E-them past hoes looking like white sandcrabs digging so grumpy-mole crabs that can't spy-black out they eyes- sand fleas-ni! gga please-this ain't Darkwing-arch enemy-they see thru like Albuneidae-all bun and lame-with they all bunny gang-hop on and bounce to another Watership Down with dem I am not-they lie and they hog-greedy pigs with no trained thought-except on being T.H.O.T-“TRAMP HOES ON THRU”-you know you ain't true-it's funny when you don't like dem hoes no matter who they are-they just ain't worth the Blackcard-I wouldn't kick it with them if I was Charlie Horse-and they was da def of black tar-Black Gypsy ain't worth the needle marks-the tracks or scars-Original Trapstar from Da Park-can't be no Clark-Lois I'm cool on dat Lane-I steer clear-with no fear-away from them while they steer with there rear-boring rudy pooh butts grow more lamer year by year-tell Goodyear-I'm blimping having a Hoodyear-don't let the air out I got no time to flap my wings-so shut your thirst trap yellow belly canaries and sing-while your friendemys feeding you seeds-that won't grow ! shit they could be-my Golden Coi's from my loins-on Da Boyz-! but no G olden Dragon's will ever sprout wings-from them dead seeds-they can't breathe-for hogging the live air like a tweeked out Radio Personality-that don't sleep-on high speed-zoom zoom no crashing no sleep-only in they dreams-that's when we could be-they DB-Dookie Bootys-that need a real good clean-they try to be mean-but they too NICE like Paris Night Life sight seeing-they a sore sight to percieve-they gonna be sorer once they learn how to read-they gave me brain like a True Blue Beast-they big body but to nerdy-on me-talk is cheap-so I guess they rich ass don't say shit to me-but they know how to stalk me in my dreams-they know mental telepathy-but they brain a rental a throw away piece-like a cap named Jimmy on Dean-I'm a dancing purple Yahoo logo spinning the Google Chrome like the 1's & 2's so Lean-rapping down with the Bing-for years about ten of em-we been competing for search results on the web who can surf and hang ten & stay on-better then the rest of ! em-them fake ass bitches say I'm they Baby Boy I tell em go molest someone-they be juggling nuts with they mug-until they look like Juggernaut more like Juggernutts-living up to the name?or barely living with a Jane Doe for there name?-how they gonna be my Paypal with no I.D?-my special powers is freestylean-them hating ass hoes be weak styling-fake Mystiques-hating on da LunaTechniques-them Ravens ain't welcome on my Edgar Allen Pole-I tell them freaks to kick rocks with a extra toe-they can't be my Queen in this Chessgame-leaving they King stuck in a Pawns Game-with no Castling to protect my frame-I burn them on “The Island Of Demons”-with my hellish lil Hellboy semens-mad and hot because they won't be breeding-I spit Neyaphlegm then teleport my mini me's called Azazel-I make Grand Daddy Purple clocks from basil-then night crawl and creep away with Hazel-a.k.a Kalica Kid we “THE BEST OF THE WEST”-God's Manifest-on a Forever Quest-is how we settle 4 les! s-call me Vandabilly the Kalico Kid on a Doc Hovercraft-blast ! em back to the past-from the future cancel they immortal pass-lock them up in my Toon Town in Roger Rabbit's Frame-I be 2 Rabbit for them turtles in this hares race-speed it up like Tron when you advance in my game-I make the rhythm and beat and create the stage-like Professor X with my brain-double initials like M & M and S.S I taught Miss Grey-my craft like Black & White Magic paints-Secret Service Black Swan 27-flip them to Heaven-I'm 27 Socialites how I strike with my PeninsuL.A my ink da sea-I break it off like slanging on my Green IsL.And now the sides are 4 not 3-AtL.Antic in my backyard-put it like Atlantic Square on my Blackcard-I shapshift from a held down feathered Blackswan in tar- to a Eagle on the streets-no more clipped wings-what's a clip full of wings if you ain't gonna let it fly?-I turn Angels into Demons when I let the heat ride-the heatwave of demise-we Super Mario Feather fly-with a clip full of P-Wings aiming for the sky-we hustlean flip the Racoon Sui! t to the Feather from a green shell to red-honing in on the score-to fly blowing the Whistle on P-Wings as we soar-skipping levels drop King Koopa like the Devil-make Bowser bow down some more-to the hellish Nader Floor-I'm at least a Double Up Thug-I'm her ex man-more like her X-Men-twice the man of the best man-no wedding-throwing rice out the G-Ride window by the plenty-blessing the cars with almost gas tanks on empty-refuel em and send them down the freeway-send em to the highway with my free brain-no need 2 lie I been free mang-going on 5 years out the State Pen with leeway-so who's winning this Street Game?-pass them scary hoes on geek lame-on to the next man-I'm they X-Men-Molly dropped them in her pot of fools gold-Pyrite Queens-that big pipe ride ween dings-may the real live truth be told-I live in my Studio getting Fugu blowed-spitting the realest shit I never wrote-to the truest shit I ever spoke-them hoes are hella weird I'm going against all odds-whil! e they try to get even for me leaving on Da MOB-
X-Men stunting hoes on dat Molly call me Professor Xavier-SavageLand Shotcallah there holy savior-I make them spark then they feel the jubilee-I put them in my Gambit decc that's why they stay true to me-but not really at all-they say they know me so raw-but I swear I don't know them hoes at all-but they domain is my balls-I'm happy just to escape dem walls-who cares about crank calls-they tank and fall-that's why them hoes stank to all-they claim that I like them but I don't hang wit em at all-they try to hang on da balls-they need to try to hang on dem walls-fake Spiderwoman wanna be Blacc Widow Spiders-baccstabbers with no spy door set em on fire-when I spit Aqua Net-that blue sky is fallen-dey to chiccen for my Foxx Den-I'm they X-Men no Captain save a hoe hate em like they ex-men-I Morph on them and shift-they are the apple of my third blind eye I'm the Asiatic Chamelion-I blend thru the shade-I throw there way-and creep away-to a better way-where everyth! ang-is straight no weird or strange-highways-that are lower then the nade-they say we gave him nath-but I laugh cuz I barely know your name-I don't remember lames-nowadays-I tend to leave them in the old guttah drains-where I washed away-my strain of pain-in a Yakisoba then I fried it with my paste-and took it to the brain-burned them in bad memories-never to really ever mess with them silly hoes-trix are for rabbits-I be rabbit to quick on my toes-and done with that dejavu demo-I dropped that EP long lomg time ago-but them dumb hoes-didn't even know-fucc dey colabo-they just trying to hard to spin with a globe-that really don't like them cuz they shallow with no control-of they con artist soul-they kiss ass to people that don't even roll-just the procedural gimmicks the formalities of a award show-the fake smiles the fake props-might as well be talking to stage props-they stay hot-but they not-them hoes look hot-but they cold and way off-from my spot-they were gett! ing luke warmer but then not at all-they not in my Beehive of ! Killer S warmers they just sting and die and fall-like a Honey Bee-to nutra sweet to be on my square C & H 126 Cubes in my pink box-I got to many like at Atlantic Square them baddies on me in pink floccs-Flymingo hoes-on throw-exchange them like clothes-that I outgrown-then go fit sum moe-come one come all-one size fits all-pussies all look the same inside ya'll-better not beat it up raw-until the ice breaker thaw-when it's more spicy-then wifey-until then tell em nighty nighty-sleep on me once-stay sleeping we done-it was only for they income-pimp and dip is the outcome-got ghost way before the how come-just a wild Wolverine Wilderbeast-surviving off pure real pure Lean-they almost had me in they web of extacy-but Molly came and rescued me-off to the place by the beach-where you could smell the blue sea-my paradise and retreat-no lingering of salty T-I-D-E-them past hoes looking like white sandcrabs digging so grumpy-mole crabs that can't spy-black out they eyes- sand fleas-ni! gga please-this ain't Darkwing-arch enemy-they see thru like Albuneidae-all bun and lame-with they all bunny gang-hop on and bounce to another Watership Down with dem I am not-they lie and they hog-greedy pigs with no trained thought-except on being T.H.O.T-“TRAMP HOES ON THRU”-you know you ain't true-it's funny when you don't like dem hoes no matter who they are-they just ain't worth the Blackcard-I wouldn't kick it with them if I was Charlie Horse-and they was da def of black tar-Black Gypsy ain't worth the needle marks-the tracks or scars-Original Trapstar from Da Park-can't be no Clark-Lois I'm cool on dat Lane-I steer clear-with no fear-away from them while they steer with there rear-boring rudy pooh butts grow more lamer year by year-tell Goodyear-I'm blimping having a Hoodyear-don't let the air out I got no time to flap my wings-so shut your thirst trap yellow belly canaries and sing-while your friendemys feeding you seeds-that won't grow ! shit they could be-my Golden Coi's from my loins-on Da Boyz-! but no G olden Dragon's will ever sprout wings-from them dead seeds-they can't breathe-for hogging the live air like a tweeked out Radio Personality-that don't sleep-on high speed-zoom zoom no crashing no sleep-only in they dreams-that's when we could be-they DB-Dookie Bootys-that need a real good clean-they try to be mean-but they too NICE like Paris Night Life sight seeing-they a sore sight to percieve-they gonna be sorer once they learn how to read-they gave me brain like a True Blue Beast-they big body but to nerdy-on me-talk is cheap-so I guess they rich ass don't say shit to me-but they know how to stalk me in my dreams-they know mental telepathy-but they brain a rental a throw away piece-like a cap named Jimmy on Dean-I'm a dancing purple Yahoo logo spinning the Google Chrome like the 1's & 2's so Lean-rapping down with the Bing-for years about ten of em-we been competing for search results on the web who can surf and hang ten & stay on-better then the rest of ! em-them fake ass bitches say I'm they Baby Boy I tell em go molest someone-they be juggling nuts with they mug-until they look like Juggernaut more like Juggernutts-living up to the name?or barely living with a Jane Doe for there name?-how they gonna be my Paypal with no I.D?-my special powers is freestylean-them hating ass hoes be weak styling-fake Mystiques-hating on da LunaTechniques-them Ravens ain't welcome on my Edgar Allen Pole-I tell them freaks to kick rocks with a extra toe-they can't be my Queen in this Chessgame-leaving they King stuck in a Pawns Game-with no Castling to protect my frame-I burn them on “The Island Of Demons”-with my hellish lil Hellboy semens-mad and hot because they won't be breeding-I spit Neyaphlegm then teleport my mini me's called Azazel-I make Grand Daddy Purple clocks from basil-then night crawl and creep away with Hazel-a.k.a Kalica Kid we “THE BEST OF THE WEST”-God's Manifest-on a Forever Quest-is how we settle 4 les! s-call me Vandabilly the Kalico Kid on a Doc Hovercraft-blast ! em back to the past-from the future cancel they immortal pass-lock them up in my Toon Town in Roger Rabbit's Frame-I be 2 Rabbit for them turtles in this hares race-speed it up like Tron when you advance in my game-I make the rhythm and beat and create the stage-like Professor X with my brain-double initials like M & M and S.S I taught Miss Grey-my craft like Black & White Magic paints-Secret Service Black Swan 27-flip them to Heaven-I'm 27 Socialites how I strike with my PeninsuL.A my ink da sea-I break it off like slanging on my Green IsL.And now the sides are 4 not 3-AtL.Antic in my backyard-put it like Atlantic Square on my Blackcard-I shapshift from a held down feathered Blackswan in tar- to a Eagle on the streets-no more clipped wings-what's a clip full of wings if you ain't gonna let it fly?-I turn Angels into Demons when I let the heat ride-the heatwave of demise-we Super Mario Feather fly-with a clip full of P-Wings aiming for the sky-we hustlean flip the Racoon Sui! t to the Feather from a green shell to red-honing in on the score-to fly blowing the Whistle on P-Wings as we soar-skipping levels drop King Koopa like the Devil-make Bowser bow down some more-to the hellish Nader Floor-I'm at least a Double Up Thug-I'm her ex man-more like her X-Men-twice the man of the best man-no wedding-throwing rice out the G-Ride window by the plenty-blessing the cars with almost gas tanks on empty-refuel em and send them down the freeway-send em to the highway with my free brain-no need 2 lie I been free mang-going on 5 years out the State Pen with leeway-so who's winning this Street Game?-pass them scary hoes on geek lame-on to the next man-I'm they X-Men-Molly dropped them in her pot of fools gold-Pyrite Queens-that big pipe ride ween dings-may the real live truth be told-I live in my Studio getting Fugu blowed-spitting the realest shit I never wrote-to the truest shit I ever spoke-them hoes are hella weird I'm going against all odds-whil! e they try to get even for me leaving on Da MOB-

From X-MEN by Kazeloon
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They Are Standing Saying: Humping like Marsupials in mate season-will have you very stupid yall your immune system will be Aids believe may-14 hours a day-I'd rather get my Acorn Worm wet-even tho it's as wet-as it can get-but yet-my Sea Hag turns into the wicked witch from the WEST-and melts when I deliver it-straight 2 her doorstep-one of a kind we get it hopping-like Blue Leopard Frogz luccy 4 our blessed offspring-we laugh at the face of adversity-subtract your face 4 tryna adverse my city-now dey so thirsty-I got 2 diccs-she wanna rub them like 2 sticcs-and blow on da leaves and start a fire-stupid goons-will trust you-because you from they hood or wear red or blue-those will be the first to set you up and pull a gank move-swoop up on what you got cuz they know you-there not gonna bring all day for you-if they could pin it on you they would-it's suicide sex life with a breeze in da hood-baccdoor lil joe always open-you gotta be extra careful scoping-watching out for da thirsty vultures hoping-an! d you want Rhinoplasty for your freak-why? so another rhino could ram her & leave ya deceased-it's like eating Black Rhino's 223's-as your wheaties-on da daily-that are extra scuddy-you trusting a my buddy-that's really a my chucky-tryna make ya child's play-cut ya up into chicken chowmein-pump ya up like a chicken then slay-I made her scream when I cream so loud-she took the 9th planet Pluto out-with her big ass mouth-dat I trilled out-Kalico Kid gave her dat custom gold grill now-I'm in a hurry to get fried & high like Zangara-my 32 caliber lighter make I spark like there is no tomorrow-you wanna be a rebel? rebel against these knuccles-you'll be rebull-ain't no pretty bulls-wanna even look at you-my top weinah dawg make Hello Kitty go bye bye-keep your mind right-keep a rubber on your smoking gun-or it's Russian Roulette then it's no more fun-once you catch a deadly disease-like catching this left from a Westside King-like here's your T-Shirt World bacc-coward ass niggaz! don't wanna catch a fade I been put em on blast-I took they T! -shirts to the Garment District & cashed dat-hooks catch a hook-now you chum on da hook-bust your head like a nut-when I slug you-now you a permenant slug too-pour some salt on you-watch you dissolve for being a hater fool-dumb goons-tryna floss on you-who cares about what you move-you too loud anyway what you got to prove-save your airball briccs-for another tricc-that stepped on shit-is chalk that will get me hit-acting like undercover cops-you got loose lips-tighten dem up with a glue sticc-you tryna get me stucc with that same glue sticc-get a clue citch-go bake a cake-that's what you really doing-hating on niggaz jail escape cuz dat file you will never use it-like a wanna be rapper scared to upload-all becuz you a wanna be trapper with no made bones-your war dawgs got hush puppies on da loudest mode-you go out so much punk you on repeat on outro mode-nobody hears your songs-same lames luv ta hate have no fear you'll never be on-you been on the blacklist before they even had one! -fake rappers mad cuz they some fad punks-no co-sign make dem salty haters-instead of real demonstraters-stealing my style-got you C-nile-and in denial-is it cuz them civil lawsuits been filed?-and now my copyright registrations are filed-guranteed you gonna be assed out like the Green Mile-broke like Deathrow?-no questions need to be asked bustah the only question where'd your bread go?-you better get your tubes tied ninjaz is dwelling like a Tube Spider-to put some poison silk inside ya-they got acrchitech plans on some Gradungulidae-building trapdoors to pull ya & let ya in-like dem Trapdoor Spiders they will pull the floor out from under ya quicc-I built a Sydney Funnel poison cake-for my mate-so she stay away-she loves the taste of my silky icy cakes-but not the ones dat are poison laced-she loves to lay me straight-like my dicc which is sticks of eight-rub them together now I light her fire all day-you gotta bad one-watch out for your brothers cuhzz-they kill you & be! lookin like a Brazilian Wandering Spider-I got hoes dat are s! traight riders-wrap up you dirty birds on some Goliath-they eat Peacock Spiders too-succ the pretty colors right out of you-they throw the Bagheera in the bag-more green on top of dat-they love to succ my secret of mana-do it like Golden Silk Orb Weavers like they is no tomorrow-they silk n milk me call em Happy Face Spiders-looks could be deceiving just wait till they pipe ya-I got me a Blacc Widow-she got a cousin that's a Brown Widow-we smoke White Widow-blow out there cousin a Redback Spiders window-you look real scary like a Wolf Spider-but your bite is a bee sting loud bark no Rider-Ima Kauai Wolf Spider a savage cave dweller-I got no eyes but I could see you tellers-see right thru you without even getting close to smell ya-hit the bullseye-even a Bull Dike-I'm O.G like a Assassin Spider-hit it big like Dinosarus when I slide inside her-make her feel like she will die no with a sore ass how I pipe her-I'm too pretty even give Marcy Rhodes-the Argyrodes-in New Folsom I had a sp! ider named Tiger-he was the flyest-used to jump on the window and eat flies that be flying-gravity defying-turned out to be a Zebra Spider-a little Lion in disguise bruh-he would even dust off a 6 eyed Sand Spider-put him in the quiccsand as a Lifer-it's just our Sandbox at Robert Hill Lane we on our 213 Eastsider-we sew up the flow-with the Water Spiders and all the H20-it's a wrap-soon as we Gangsta Trap Rap-laughing at you Bird Dung Crab Spiders-you mad and grumpy in spite of-the fact that ain't no clean birds wanna sit beside ya-settle for the dirty pigeons-that will eat anything with a mouth full of silly gimmicks-we sew up the Internets Web-like a Giant Huntsman grinding on his last hunt man-and to his last hunt man-catching worms in the Cyber World surfing the web like data chips that are blue-clicked up with the Goliath Spiders the early birds too-I got a pacc Mouse Spiders they eat hoodrats alive-steal they cheese right off they hide-peel it like string cheese that! 's white-like pieces of shit after they died-they ride until m! y sais g one-then them hoes say dueces like peace zone Saigon-Suicide Sex until my size gone-and until the fat out my sides gone-I get em so greasy I have no choice but to get my slide on-I do them hoes like a 2 dollah hoe with a burnt perm-no refunds and no returns-better invest in a good weave-and try to get on the Hood Team-ninjaz is stupid as fucc now a dayz-like a African hating the KKK-for them using the N-word freely all the time-but yet the same African got the N-word tatted on his forehead in glow in the dark white-ink that light up the night time-and he the African only go outside at night-that's like Suicide Sex-only doing it with no latex-like blowing off your dicchead-better use a rubber on your pricchead-gotta use a Jimmy Cap for your Jimmy Dean-or it's detention for young Jimmy-went from a Dean to a student for being petty and skiddy-I'd rather have no sex & be heavy & city-make sure I stay ready & pretty-cuz I gotta stay about my feddy like Diddy-and my cheddy like 50! -what's the Paper Boy with no Ditty-I don't wanna hear them saying he got paper boy did he?-or does he need a extra extra?-you don't gotta read about it-you already know what it is so don't ever doubt it-you on that loud shift-like the best loud spliff-pacced with every Summer Jam loud hits-rolled in Billboard papers to clout n thicc-quiet on the set like we filming another Godfather movie on a Sicilian cloud citch-Suicide Sex could leave you on a permanent foul tip-stucc on a Watership downed ship-that drowned in-your own foolish proud wit-next time don't pound it-leave it in the Lost N' Found bin-
Humping like Marsupials in mate season-will have you very stupid yall your immune system will be Aids believe may-14 hours a day-I'd rather get my Acorn Worm wet-even tho it's as wet-as it can get-but yet-my Sea Hag turns into the wicked witch from the WEST-and melts when I deliver it-straight 2 her doorstep-one of a kind we get it hopping-like Blue Leopard Frogz luccy 4 our blessed offspring-we laugh at the face of adversity-subtract your face 4 tryna adverse my city-now dey so thirsty-I got 2 diccs-she wanna rub them like 2 sticcs-and blow on da leaves and start a fire-stupid goons-will trust you-because you from they hood or wear red or blue-those will be the first to set you up and pull a gank move-swoop up on what you got cuz they know you-there not gonna bring all day for you-if they could pin it on you they would-it's suicide sex life with a breeze in da hood-baccdoor lil joe always open-you gotta be extra careful scoping-watching out for da thirsty vultures hoping-an! d you want Rhinoplasty for your freak-why? so another rhino could ram her & leave ya deceased-it's like eating Black Rhino's 223's-as your wheaties-on da daily-that are extra scuddy-you trusting a my buddy-that's really a my chucky-tryna make ya child's play-cut ya up into chicken chowmein-pump ya up like a chicken then slay-I made her scream when I cream so loud-she took the 9th planet Pluto out-with her big ass mouth-dat I trilled out-Kalico Kid gave her dat custom gold grill now-I'm in a hurry to get fried & high like Zangara-my 32 caliber lighter make I spark like there is no tomorrow-you wanna be a rebel? rebel against these knuccles-you'll be rebull-ain't no pretty bulls-wanna even look at you-my top weinah dawg make Hello Kitty go bye bye-keep your mind right-keep a rubber on your smoking gun-or it's Russian Roulette then it's no more fun-once you catch a deadly disease-like catching this left from a Westside King-like here's your T-Shirt World bacc-coward ass niggaz! don't wanna catch a fade I been put em on blast-I took they T! -shirts to the Garment District & cashed dat-hooks catch a hook-now you chum on da hook-bust your head like a nut-when I slug you-now you a permenant slug too-pour some salt on you-watch you dissolve for being a hater fool-dumb goons-tryna floss on you-who cares about what you move-you too loud anyway what you got to prove-save your airball briccs-for another tricc-that stepped on shit-is chalk that will get me hit-acting like undercover cops-you got loose lips-tighten dem up with a glue sticc-you tryna get me stucc with that same glue sticc-get a clue citch-go bake a cake-that's what you really doing-hating on niggaz jail escape cuz dat file you will never use it-like a wanna be rapper scared to upload-all becuz you a wanna be trapper with no made bones-your war dawgs got hush puppies on da loudest mode-you go out so much punk you on repeat on outro mode-nobody hears your songs-same lames luv ta hate have no fear you'll never be on-you been on the blacklist before they even had one! -fake rappers mad cuz they some fad punks-no co-sign make dem salty haters-instead of real demonstraters-stealing my style-got you C-nile-and in denial-is it cuz them civil lawsuits been filed?-and now my copyright registrations are filed-guranteed you gonna be assed out like the Green Mile-broke like Deathrow?-no questions need to be asked bustah the only question where'd your bread go?-you better get your tubes tied ninjaz is dwelling like a Tube Spider-to put some poison silk inside ya-they got acrchitech plans on some Gradungulidae-building trapdoors to pull ya & let ya in-like dem Trapdoor Spiders they will pull the floor out from under ya quicc-I built a Sydney Funnel poison cake-for my mate-so she stay away-she loves the taste of my silky icy cakes-but not the ones dat are poison laced-she loves to lay me straight-like my dicc which is sticks of eight-rub them together now I light her fire all day-you gotta bad one-watch out for your brothers cuhzz-they kill you & be! lookin like a Brazilian Wandering Spider-I got hoes dat are s! traight riders-wrap up you dirty birds on some Goliath-they eat Peacock Spiders too-succ the pretty colors right out of you-they throw the Bagheera in the bag-more green on top of dat-they love to succ my secret of mana-do it like Golden Silk Orb Weavers like they is no tomorrow-they silk n milk me call em Happy Face Spiders-looks could be deceiving just wait till they pipe ya-I got me a Blacc Widow-she got a cousin that's a Brown Widow-we smoke White Widow-blow out there cousin a Redback Spiders window-you look real scary like a Wolf Spider-but your bite is a bee sting loud bark no Rider-Ima Kauai Wolf Spider a savage cave dweller-I got no eyes but I could see you tellers-see right thru you without even getting close to smell ya-hit the bullseye-even a Bull Dike-I'm O.G like a Assassin Spider-hit it big like Dinosarus when I slide inside her-make her feel like she will die no with a sore ass how I pipe her-I'm too pretty even give Marcy Rhodes-the Argyrodes-in New Folsom I had a sp! ider named Tiger-he was the flyest-used to jump on the window and eat flies that be flying-gravity defying-turned out to be a Zebra Spider-a little Lion in disguise bruh-he would even dust off a 6 eyed Sand Spider-put him in the quiccsand as a Lifer-it's just our Sandbox at Robert Hill Lane we on our 213 Eastsider-we sew up the flow-with the Water Spiders and all the H20-it's a wrap-soon as we Gangsta Trap Rap-laughing at you Bird Dung Crab Spiders-you mad and grumpy in spite of-the fact that ain't no clean birds wanna sit beside ya-settle for the dirty pigeons-that will eat anything with a mouth full of silly gimmicks-we sew up the Internets Web-like a Giant Huntsman grinding on his last hunt man-and to his last hunt man-catching worms in the Cyber World surfing the web like data chips that are blue-clicked up with the Goliath Spiders the early birds too-I got a pacc Mouse Spiders they eat hoodrats alive-steal they cheese right off they hide-peel it like string cheese that! 's white-like pieces of shit after they died-they ride until m! y sais g one-then them hoes say dueces like peace zone Saigon-Suicide Sex until my size gone-and until the fat out my sides gone-I get em so greasy I have no choice but to get my slide on-I do them hoes like a 2 dollah hoe with a burnt perm-no refunds and no returns-better invest in a good weave-and try to get on the Hood Team-ninjaz is stupid as fucc now a dayz-like a African hating the KKK-for them using the N-word freely all the time-but yet the same African got the N-word tatted on his forehead in glow in the dark white-ink that light up the night time-and he the African only go outside at night-that's like Suicide Sex-only doing it with no latex-like blowing off your dicchead-better use a rubber on your pricchead-gotta use a Jimmy Cap for your Jimmy Dean-or it's detention for young Jimmy-went from a Dean to a student for being petty and skiddy-I'd rather have no sex & be heavy & city-make sure I stay ready & pretty-cuz I gotta stay about my feddy like Diddy-and my cheddy like 50! -what's the Paper Boy with no Ditty-I don't wanna hear them saying he got paper boy did he?-or does he need a extra extra?-you don't gotta read about it-you already know what it is so don't ever doubt it-you on that loud shift-like the best loud spliff-pacced with every Summer Jam loud hits-rolled in Billboard papers to clout n thicc-quiet on the set like we filming another Godfather movie on a Sicilian cloud citch-Suicide Sex could leave you on a permanent foul tip-stucc on a Watership downed ship-that drowned in-your own foolish proud wit-next time don't pound it-leave it in the Lost N' Found bin-

From Suicide Sex by Kazeloon
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They Are Standing Quotes: SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL STANDING AT OUR DOORS THEY TRY TO TURN OUR MINDS JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL BURN LIES AFTER LIES THEY TRY TO FEED US WITH ?THE ENDING IS NOW NEAR FOR ALL JEHOVAH LIFE JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL DIE SATAN YOUR ENEMIES IS UNDER YOUR CONTROL WE WILL KILL SACRIFICE THEM ALL SHOW NO MERCY TO OUR ENEMIES WE WILL MAKE JEHOVAH FALL IN YOUR KINGDOME HALL WE WILL RAPE YOUR WOMEN FILL THEM WITH OUR SEED SO OUR UNHOLY RACE CONTINUES TO GROW YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED BLOODBATH WE EXECUTE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM MAKE THEM FEEL WHEN DEATH ARAISE NAIL THEM HARD TO THE GROUND LAUGHTER FROM OUR LORD SATAN WHEN THEY DIE SUICIDE THE ONLY WAY OUT FOR THE JEHOVAH SLUTS THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM OUR KIND WE CELEBRATE OUR VICTORY SATANIC RITES SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL STANDING AT OUR DOORS THEY TRY TO TURN OUR MINDS JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL BURN LIES AFTER LIES THEY TRY TO FEED US WITH ?THE ENDING IS NOW NEAR FOR ALL JEHOVAH LIFE JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL DIE YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED PAY ME WITH BLOOD UNTIL YOUR BODY IS DRY PAY ME WITH BLOOD ON YOUR KNEES YOU WILL DIE PAY ME WITH BLOOD EMPTY YOUR FLESH WITH BLOOD THE PAY BLOODBATH WE EXECUTE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM MAKE THEM FEEL WHEN DEATH ARAISE NAIL THEM HARD TO THE GROUND LAUGHTER FROM OUR LORD SATAN WHEN THEY DIE SUICIDE THE ONLY WAY OUT FOR THE JEHOVAH SLUTS THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM OUR KIND WE CELEBRATE OUR VICTORY SATANIC RITES YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED PAY ME WITH BLOOD UNTIL YOUR BODY IS DRY PAY ME WITH BLOOD ON YOUR KNEES YOU WILL DIE PAY ME WITH BLOOD EMPTY YOUR FLESH WITH BLOOD THEY PAY
SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL STANDING AT OUR DOORS THEY TRY TO TURN OUR MINDS JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL BURN LIES AFTER LIES THEY TRY TO FEED US WITH ?THE ENDING IS NOW NEAR FOR ALL JEHOVAH LIFE JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL DIE SATAN YOUR ENEMIES IS UNDER YOUR CONTROL WE WILL KILL SACRIFICE THEM ALL SHOW NO MERCY TO OUR ENEMIES WE WILL MAKE JEHOVAH FALL IN YOUR KINGDOME HALL WE WILL RAPE YOUR WOMEN FILL THEM WITH OUR SEED SO OUR UNHOLY RACE CONTINUES TO GROW YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED BLOODBATH WE EXECUTE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM MAKE THEM FEEL WHEN DEATH ARAISE NAIL THEM HARD TO THE GROUND LAUGHTER FROM OUR LORD SATAN WHEN THEY DIE SUICIDE THE ONLY WAY OUT FOR THE JEHOVAH SLUTS THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM OUR KIND WE CELEBRATE OUR VICTORY SATANIC RITES SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL STANDING AT OUR DOORS THEY TRY TO TURN OUR MINDS JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL BURN LIES AFTER LIES THEY TRY TO FEED US WITH ?THE ENDING IS NOW NEAR FOR ALL JEHOVAH LIFE JEHOVAH PEOPLE THEY WILL DIE YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED PAY ME WITH BLOOD UNTIL YOUR BODY IS DRY PAY ME WITH BLOOD ON YOUR KNEES YOU WILL DIE PAY ME WITH BLOOD EMPTY YOUR FLESH WITH BLOOD THE PAY BLOODBATH WE EXECUTE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM MAKE THEM FEEL WHEN DEATH ARAISE NAIL THEM HARD TO THE GROUND LAUGHTER FROM OUR LORD SATAN WHEN THEY DIE SUICIDE THE ONLY WAY OUT FOR THE JEHOVAH SLUTS THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM OUR KIND WE CELEBRATE OUR VICTORY SATANIC RITES YOU HIDE FROM US WE ARE STRONGER WE RISE NO MORE KNOCKING DOORS DIE WITH YOUR LIES JEHOVAH SLUTS STANDS ON THEIR KNEES WAITING TO BE DOOMED PAY ME WITH BLOOD UNTIL YOUR BODY IS DRY PAY ME WITH BLOOD ON YOUR KNEES YOU WILL DIE PAY ME WITH BLOOD EMPTY YOUR FLESH WITH BLOOD THEY PAY

From With Blood They Pay by Aeon
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They Are Standing Quote: From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-
From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-

From Pappilon Wingz by Kazeloon