Lost rhyme from 7/21/06
I’ll buy a plasma screen, and shake the queen
Like Little Richard
I’ll dance inBangladesh, you’ll shake your ass
Like you got a splinter
She holds my hand, cause I’m that man that won’t
Let danger fall
She ties the band, my veins expand
That’s dope, I’m back for more
He calls the shots, I’m on the block
Sitting down with a gang of youngins
The steel is hot, the guns don’t stop
They cried like a bag of onions
They fought onJackson St, they packed the heat
Won’t even kill me
Cause how I spit it clean, on a mix CD
Same boys’ll feel me
