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[aid] => mick
[title] => Grand Closing
[time] => 2007-01-04 18:45:41
[hometext] => My Last One:Yo I'm only 20yrs old and hearing a bunch of garbage in this world and this is what i think
[bodytext] => I'm blowing O's from thick cigarette smoke Sittin back bout to light up a blunt and toke I'm bout to give you something hard, just don't choke I aint no joke, I hope my boat stays afloat If it don't you'll be layin face down in a moat Wit a Buck Fifty (150) across your throat And I aint talkin about money I could have you hung like Saddam Hussein It's kinda funny, I'm way off the chain But I have the composure to regain me flame I'ma black jean fan, green cream fan Blue, yellow, red, orange pills in my system man It's my new cocktail instead of smokin rock now You better watch out, I aint in the mood to be tested Or catch a case and get arrested So I do what I gotta do to protest it You think you got me won I'm the best kid I just did this whole verse yo, Didn't even curse yo I guess I'm ready for the hearse, NO I'm a keep livin through these words yo I'm a mixologist with words I'm bartendin you birds Pushin E on the curnb, I watch and observe For the police with the nerve who try to stop my serve Hustle and flow, I just want the whole world to know That I can not stop or quit I'll make the best outta life and the cards I was dealt wit I'm a bright shinning star Wether you see it up close or it's behind the clouds afar I'm a X-oholic all I do is pop E You aint doing nothing to stop me I'm on a roll and I'm not talkin bout butter You talkin tough trash I'll see you dead in the gutter Right behind the trash cans, you put out on the curb for trash man Its the Grand Closing I aint got nothin to say but man I aint Loosing Man I'm tired of you witches, I just wait for the day you fall over from twitchin Cuz you aint feelin my flow, you get a versitile blow against the side of your brain From the sounds of my controversial voice ya'll didn't know So here's a toast to the end, I boast but don't pretend I mend matters at worse, instead of puttin them in a body bag and dumping it in a hearse [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Metikulus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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