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Peak #168
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Peak #74
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CoBo Black
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October 03, 2012
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Lyrics
Lyrics:
man vs wild, man vs bear..
bear gryll style wit a smile and a snare,
wit a pile of bones piled up..and microphones ground up/
into little pieces...Man I'm so f*** ing wound up..
Anyone I see, I'ma eat while I'm smile-ing..
look at me....I SAID LOOK AT ME, I AM/
sick of pulling teeth..
I'm the sh** , and you b*** es full of me!
II spit it like I'm sick and then I mix that sh** wit cruelty ..
Who wanna break some rules wit me,
and get up out this zoo wit me..
rule wit me...pull a piece...
and get this b*** es jewelry..
Who could be...cooler than a pool as me..
a wolverine..a wolf to sheep
so you b*** es softer than some wool to me..
Now you Know -- WATCH HIM
Hows his flow? -- Awesome
How you roll? Caution, you don't want no problems
F*** it man -- Nah Bro
Whats the plan? -- Walk Slow
Hes Comin man! Wit Hot flows, smoke'em like a marlboro's
Chorus
..I'm crazy sick/
sometimes, I don't know why I say this sh** ,
Feel like I shot talent, in the face, because wasted it..
I'm way too good with words, and connecting together verses, ,
Murder a person first, Let Hannibal lector serve it...
Like Make a plate,, - sweet doOd..
Take a taste -- it seems cool...
Aint it great-- wait, hes feeding me freakin people
Is it just me, or is he just being evil..
My inner meeee's an enemy,
of me being peaceful..
-I keep holding on my mic,
and closing both of my eyes
keep my pilot glasses on,
and focus on bein fly...I...
..aint going away.....ain't no way.. ain't gone happen...
Someone better grab a gun or start scrappin...
Cuz Anyone of you run at me,
wit a crew, or wit none at me..
In my view, and in front of me..
some of you, end up ug-a-ly..
Who are you, you a whut to me?
You're my food, you a lunch to me..
You mother f*** ers ain't nothing,
But something stuck in my teeth..
Chorus
I'll snatch your arms and snap 'em,
And wrap 'em both in back of you,
Grab some glue, stick 'em there,
So you can't stop me smackin you,
I'll grab a bag of apples,
And bash an assholes head wit it..
Smash a Snapple on the floor,
Stab 'em with whatevers left of it..
Cuz that's what bad apples do,
And I'm rotten to the core wit it.
I don't have to practice, this rappin,
Cuz I was born with it..
As Matter a fact, the more I spit,
The more morbid and sick I get,
The more I can't ignore the gift,
The more important to record it gets,
This mic is like a gorgeous b*** ,
And I like intercourse with it,
My mic's vagina's tight,
And when I rap, I give enormous dick,
I make it quit, before it rip,
and now she sorta sore and sh** ...
before its over, bend her over,
and make her beg for more of it..
My mic is like some mice,
And I'm a lion on the floor with it..
Its so easy for me to eat it,
I didn't even need to order it..
My mic is like some foreign sh** ,
And I'ma go to war wit it..
I slice it with a sword an then,
I stick a f*** ing fork in it.
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