Jan 04, 2006 00:16
Sick In November: bitch!
III ThePast III: oh baby bottle pop a carrot top when stickin a finger in his top, knot, yeah thats what i sayd go get some head, for that girl whos dead, u pervert scum, get away your dumb, before i pull out my 9, and stop this rhyme..
Sick In November: hahaha
Sick In November: that was wacker then you on a saturday night
Sick In November: you wanna bust up this lyrical fight?
III ThePast III: lol
Sick In November: i'm goign to hit you with my dick AND this mic
Sick In November: get your mine right
Sick In November: tonights the night
III ThePast III: Oh hold up g, go back to elementary. yeah thats right my ()*&* is tight , no one can touch this, its such a bliss, i have the best kiss, i wont give u this, oh bad son, u are not the one, go back to the day, were u smoked away, and come back to me, when u finish that elementary
Sick In November: mmhmm
III ThePast III: im sorry
III ThePast III: im such a whitey
III ThePast III: lol