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Icy Vyne ft. Yung Boi
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Date Posted: 14:11:02 12/19/02 Thu
!Icy Vyne!....
when i explode i leave the game intact,
as a matter of fact,
i'll unleash a mass attack,
that'll make ya fat ass over react,
an wit my emcee army behind me,
no one can harm me,
alarm me, an warn me,
coax a legion of killer bee's to swarm me,
so lets start a war g,
dont forget to call ya mom, sister, an ya girl,
cuz we supposed to have an orgie,
cause all three of them adore me,
to shallow to beat you,
call up michael myers,
to drop by an halloween you,
you think you can battle me?
i'll end ya life with a mic effortlessly an gradually,
i'll engulf you into a homicidal tragedy,
despite my relativity,
i bring bitches to mercy with my hpyeractive energy,
relentlessly, i spit poison to all emcees against me,
blow up like hydrogen an ya spine will snap,
you are the first one i heard of that O.D.'d on dimatapp,
my verbal integrity will distort you out of proportion,
you should abort ya rappin mission while i support extortion,
chorus:
we just them d-ville boys,
everyone jus make some noise,
so everyone just put your hands up,
an stand up, so we can blow this track up
!Yung Boi!....
the shit i spit makes you ill dementionally sick,
i dont play games i let you suck my dick,
yous about to flip, cuz you a little bitch,
we the kinda niggas that kill you in your sleep,
we crawl up behind you and scare you in your dreams,
the vision is one which you will keep,
till the day when ya head is at the same spot as ya feet,
6 feet, unda ground,
we go pound for pound, an this is only the first round,
we keep the game goin so you can throw down,
the whole crowd grows so loud,
that you cant hear a nigga cryin for help when he drowns,
the swing of ya fist is garunteed to miss,
but the swift kick to a chin can do alot more to this,
this story is better left untold,
cuz this shit goes away fast an it gets real old,
one nigga dying when the day turns cold,
all these people are jus turnin into misfits,
an thats how children end up wit slit wrists,
so go ahead an temp this, im restless,
ya shit that you spit leaves me stressless,
an my shit leaves you breathless,
chorus 2x.....
peep it an tell me what you think aight .....one
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