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"war stories"
by *urban^legacy*
(I had a beef wit this kat named kingol(woke up an got the shock of his life lol) so it's over now but these are some lyrics i had kindia in the warehouse ready to ship out on him but it was over so quick I didn't get a chance to put out so here it is)
Wet dreams it seems
of
murdering fiends.
Fuck,what u thinking,baby
let's,
get back to money making;
Fat as that as that,ass
that
"pinky" be shakin.
No-need to be frozze
I'am poetic-lly,
exposed.
oh no.
Droppin foes wit flows
everyday my poetry
grows.
This is the life we
mutha-fuckin
chosse.
Now yur ass got blown an beef shown
wicked words,
were thrown.
Tore,
yur ass out that
Evil throne.
Came outta my
bones.
Wicked words were
shown.
(No-throne)
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