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Thursday, August 19, 2004

D12-shit on you Instrumental

 

 

Im not gonna shit on you/
Ima wait til i get famous and me and r.kelly gonna piss on you/
what you think? this a diss on you?/
I don't diss..i like to break skulls and a rib or two/
I'll down a gallon of water and arrive at the door/(door knocks and opens)
piss on the floor and if you gotta problem with it piss on you more/ (water falling sounds)
While you screamin'"what the fuck are you doing?!"/
Ima bust in your moms room and give her quick shots of the urine/ (screams) my eye!!
next up..the children i'll make sure there staind/
since ima be a star ima piss out my name
S T E P H O N/
next time you'll stop bull shitin'/
hey what the fuck why don't you call up a friend/
hey what the fuck why don't you bring all your men's/
(i'll piss on you)/
what yo lip gon do?/
just blab at the mouth like a bitch would do/
just hide in the  couch like a tick would do/
or just take this big dick like a trick should do/
(i'll piss on you)/
take a wizz on you/
how many motherfuckin ways can i say this dude?!/
i wanna piss,squrt,release and stain you dude!!/
i want my piss to be the thing that makes you famous dude!/
I'LL PISS ON YOU!!/


I..will piss...on you/
Girl..my momma...too/
wet..a..lip..or two/
Chick...dats how...i do.../ hahahahaha just fuckin wit ya (unless you gonna let me..)


Welcome to silver spring/
the city of fakers,haters,killers,rapers/
and christians dat don't  say what they mean/
city of pushers,users,nut huggers,bitches and niggas who love to make new ways to dope out fiends/
the sun don't shine here in my part of town and we all got a town thats similar to this too/
it could be from here or arizona ,the south or california ,texas or matiba there always be a City like this near u....../


welcome to my block were we say fuck a detox/
why go when the crack house is only around the corner then straight down for  3 blocks/
welcome to my block where people like fuckin yo ass ova/
wait for the chance for you to slip n' then push yo ass ova/
welcome to N-Dub where Immagrants give u no love/
if you don't look like them then u shit outta luck/
you aint make the cut/
we were the girls at..not the smart ones just the hot ones/
and if u aint a baller then that means you aint got one/
welcome to my block where paranoia reaches havoc /
an rapid automatic feelin towards the shit is  GOT DAMNMIT!!/
welcome to my block where u ain't special just a part of the population/
and you facin' laughter after you submit your application/
rejected cuz u aint light enough or aint dark enough/
or you aint down enough or u aint smart enough/
so you ride up to the rich side get paid just over shit/
spend half of your life getting there just to end up gettin bitched at/
then you switch back into your K mart jeans just to get bitched at again/
then explain your self and make them look stupid once again/
welcome to my block where its better to write and sit in your room/
cuz if you go out u might get addicted to crazy shit like s'hrooms/
weed,drinks,coke,smack whatevers on the table you take it/
if you don't die instantly then that means your able to take it/
welcome to my block where weakness ain't a option/
u gotta be on ur guard 24/7 ryt when u walk in/
you gotta protect urself from cock blockin and dome rockin doms/
my best advice is get a gun or get some muscle in those arms/
welcome to my block where if u live here it wasn't your choice to have/
and the only way to live is by a talent or a body bag/

Welcome to silver spring/
the city of fakers,haters,killers,rapers/
and christians dat don't  say what they mean/
city of pushers,users,nut huggers,bitches and niggas who love to make new ways to dope out fiends/
the sun don't shine here in my part of town and we all got a town thats similar to this too/
it could be from here or arizona,the south or california,texas or matiba there always be a City like this near u...../


 


Friday, August 13, 2004

Im tired of runnin outta the house stranded and lookin for homes/
Im tired of always bein broke tow up and lookin for loans/
IM tired of momma tellin me about her big broken dreams/
if i want something i gotta get it by any means/
a penny seems little but it's alot to a fella/
dat aint got alot for a fella dat sits in the rain cuz he can't buy an umbrella/
im tired of this shitty life and these actors around me/
IM tired of people expecting 24 hours of fake smiling but/
(thats ok... that's ok im gon make it anyway,oneday...oneday...oneday....someday..)
Im tired of people talking big shit but scared to start fighting/
Im tired of my ex tellin me nobody  will ever care bout me/
im tired of expressin my feelings and leavin' people confused/
im tired of listening to problems then after that feeling misused/
im tired of not being able to spend the whole day with my crew/
instead get bitched about the shit that i do that shit aint cool/
im tired of my mommma pointin out that im just a fool/
Im tired of listening to her and believin' it tru/
im tired of talking to myself thinkin no one understands/
im tired of frontin' to these rappers like im a real man/
man i can't even vote yet but im spitin about gun sets/
and im rapping like a mad man and about slitin yo neck/
Im tired of all these bitches and tired of these ho's/
im tired of a lady turnin' herself to a ho/
im tired of wondering if this rap shit gonna take me real far/
im tired of breaking these strings on my fuckin guitar but/
(thats ok that's ok im gon make it anyway,oneday...oneday...oneday....someday..)

 


Thursday, August 12, 2004

day off...eh....bored.....no friends around....bad day......someone make me happy....later


Tuesday, August 10, 2004

i just got off work and im tired as hell....toma i gotta work from 11:30 to 3 so thats not bad i gotta finish writing to these beats so i can start recording on sat..wtf am i typing on xanga for?!?! peace



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