Like this, haha, Cockni O'Dire, Everlast, Killa Rhyme Klik
Check it out, make your shit sick
I got rhymes finesse, I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I got rhymes kid, you ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby, get your ears boxed
I'll kill y'all just like I was small pox
I kill your livestock like I was anthrax
Cut off your head like a chicken with the head axe
Take some Xanax, get on the Prozac, get off the bozac
My anti-depressant, is the star in the crescent
Style that I'm stressin', I got more blessin'
By the Lord, he blessed me, 'cause I'm a sinner
And when I was in Jersey, his mom had me over for dinner
She cooked me wantons and curried lamb
And when I ate it all up I said, "thank you m'am"
So next on the mic is Cockni O'Dire he's a fuckin' phat dread
So, yo, kumbaya
VERSE:
Cockni O'Dire
Warn them, and hear what I test
Put dem in the rubbish, in the ashes
Sweep it up, keep on the flow like that
Cockni's the slim youth whose still fat
Because guns i got when it time to make the move
Coolie cockni don't talk no bull
Shitted when i talk on the mic
Quit it, i sit it with my crew the Killa Rhyme Klik
Pussy claat get shot, never get licked
Fuck a beating, ready for murdering
Ready for putting you in the underground
With my sound that's thicker
Than a motherfucker who tries to talk quicker
What you want huh you, pussy hoe
Try test, nigga i'll take ya soul
Put it on like a fuckin fur coat, fuck a saying
No matter, Just follow my note and my thought
What the fuck yar talk hoe, yes i'm cussing
Busting rhymes like this without the rush
Cos i'm never ushin'
Say what i feel cos its real
Cockni got mad skill and ya see that my D-style
Chillin' in the act (coughs) I need to fuck up some fat stacks
(fades out)
Check it out, make your shit sick
I got rhymes finesse, I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I got rhymes kid, you ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby, get your ears boxed
I'll kill y'all just like I was small pox
I kill your livestock like I was anthrax
Cut off your head like a chicken with the head axe
Take some Xanax, get on the Prozac, get off the bozac
My anti-depressant, is the star in the crescent
Style that I'm stressin', I got more blessin'
By the Lord, he blessed me, 'cause I'm a sinner
And when I was in Jersey, his mom had me over for dinner
She cooked me wantons and curried lamb
And when I ate it all up I said, "thank you m'am"
So next on the mic is Cockni O'Dire he's a fuckin' phat dread
So, yo, kumbaya
VERSE:
Cockni O'Dire
Warn them, and hear what I test
Put dem in the rubbish, in the ashes
Sweep it up, keep on the flow like that
Cockni's the slim youth whose still fat
Because guns i got when it time to make the move
Coolie cockni don't talk no bull
Shitted when i talk on the mic
Quit it, i sit it with my crew the Killa Rhyme Klik
Pussy claat get shot, never get licked
Fuck a beating, ready for murdering
Ready for putting you in the underground
With my sound that's thicker
Than a motherfucker who tries to talk quicker
What you want huh you, pussy hoe
Try test, nigga i'll take ya soul
Put it on like a fuckin fur coat, fuck a saying
No matter, Just follow my note and my thought
What the fuck yar talk hoe, yes i'm cussing
Busting rhymes like this without the rush
Cos i'm never ushin'
Say what i feel cos its real
Cockni got mad skill and ya see that my D-style
Chillin' in the act (coughs) I need to fuck up some fat stacks
(fades out)
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