Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
killing it on the mic...
doing it what I like....
down for the hike....
onwards deadly prevailing....
my ship is setting for sail... bing,
its the flow masters encompassing,
to inspect my thing... a ling...
I have that mojo baby...
thanks to dre but really shady.... they made me...
no surprise as to why most hate me...
some days I try to fly but I get up and I cry....
I tell myself stand up and don't be a punk...
crazy enough to kill myself putting me in the trunk...
if that shit don't stink Ill tell you what really stunk...
a guy who tries but still flunked...
feeling like kelso except ive been punked...
ashton... burning with the fire of a passion...
massive like a volcano to erupt...
sad things so corrupt...
wishing I were not to blow up...
but who gives a fuck...
the worlds sick and tainted...
we didn't make it we trashed it.
picked it up like hulk smash...
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