[trap.]

06-04-2002

devils advocate:

i got ya blood rushin and ''racin'' from's smack's and gat's get ya brain intact wit clips and pack's//kid you lucky this aint audio cause like ''dale-earnheart'' ud die on ''track's''//''ima turn off the light's'' it'll be hard to breath still wanna push me?//you sense wont react you only gonna see blood and smell stench like ''nelly furtardo's'' pussy//claim you ill killin wak's fuckin em rapin em and raidin em//shit you couldnt draw crouds if you were vincent-van-goe in the yankee stadium//i come to kill still and destroy just ask revelation's//metaphoce useless cause you wont be able to tell ya freind's shit like newscaster's on vaction's//(metaphorce his crew)//splattered inside's brain complicatin kenny hatin//what i think of you and ya mom's? just two pussy's regeneratin//


kenny wayne:

yo,
yo,
you wanna fight n' squab? pay ya dues son, the price is raw...
i'll 'clap you with 9s' just to prove i've 'defied the odds'
now move over, i'm a smooth soldier, glass is a bumblin' fake/
plan against kenny see how many punches ya stomach can take/
don't get flustered away, i don't WANT a conflict, ya feel me bro?/
i just came through to blaze you, UP ya content, n' kill ya flow/
crush your nonsense, instill a blow just for stepp-in up...
cuz i always 'keep one in the chamber' like a 'Texas judge'...*
if you press ya luck, ya rep gets slugged with shattering plans/
smashed n' splattered, trashed with matter n' battering rams/