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| sum poems i wrote.....
by halo_king87 at 3/25/2009 10:57:21 AM
I'm a wikid wacky Juggalo for the fame
flyin threw the game pertraid as psycho sick insane
i'm spittin toxic green smoke meltin im da yer brain
psychopathic records yo
f**k the main stream
studio gangstas lose they nugget
when my hatchet go swing
its kinda funna how the world
rotates at 23 degrees
theres a heavy stash of money
in the white house
tiltin the world down at 1 big spot
f**k the government strain
f**k life f**k work
i'm sick of forever playin a money game
i got rent to pay
a baby mama
and a 2 yr old kid to raise
i try to keep my head high as cloud nine
i can make it threw this life (backround yellin FuCk SuIcIdE)
smashin threw walls
killin every mutha f**kin hater in sight
i godda cut the heads off
the player hatin slithern snakes
ima make it to the top
deep underground
sprayin poison
brainwashin yer kids wit my wikit wacky sound
f**k the mainstream game
f**k government strain
jus think wit yer brain
blaze yer own trail an get creative
wit yer game
i keep it wikid wit my hatchet
cuttin slicin dicin threw life
hydro head freek show child of tha night
forever blowen THC
flyin threw the industry
b*tch ill be platinum
3 seconds after the records released
frozen flaims fly out my mouth
leavin ya brain freezed
unlimited clips of hollow points
endlessley sprayin
eraticatin all demons satens been creatin
self proclaimed profet sent by god
anidote to cure the devils desiese
Titanic masses of wikid painted clowns
forever swingin hatchets
till the devils negitivity an demons deciced
open yer eyes B*TCH
can't you f**kin see
burn down the white house
let everybody FREE
cmon ride wit me
we can paint out face up
an recreate tha whole f**kin rap scene
i got my eyes on the prize
b*tch i will NEVA give up
i can make it threw this hell
ta give my son a good life
always play yer triple a game
jus the sound of my flow
is makin yer brain feel decayed
theres 1 
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