by Gedas on Sun Jun 11, 2006 7:32 am
Yeah, one two one two, check it out, one two check it.
This is the master, Gedas comes and makes a show/
this ain't no joke, when I come I tare that mothafucka like a hoe/
yeah, u heard me, that's just me/
I flip my rhymes like 2pac just with an extra sauce in it/
I make yo heart bump, I make u start to shuff/
if I pull off a show u know it's goin' to be tuff/
so you better run away, cuz it's gonna be too late/
when I turn on the heat, u know who's gonna get the treat.
J. 23, what kinda name is that?
I bust u so hard you'll be wishing to be a retard/
whitch you are, just don't understand the sad truth/
I bet u just a boy, hiding from the misury/
whitch I bring, 'cuz of my great capability/
of making u lose, no matter what do u use/
u better go and hide, cuz this is no joke/
when I start going I go and don't stop till u hit the road.
Word
Last edited by
Gedas on Sun Jun 11, 2006 7:53 am, edited 2 times in total.