WestCoast (14:33)

Subject: Re: re-written lyrics in mixes of two lyricist cant stop this rhyming taking over my mind in rewind everytime From: a rime way b ack in time when still did n t have a dimeam on one the bomb blast lyrics gone past the point of just some man now i know like superman ruining fam with spam of lines of riddles in batches matching tracks Coming back at yas smashin the bastards Blast yaz faster than a rasta pickin off pasta of his ass cast iron fist blitzin the lips of the pussyfier shit my Ass, am die hard damage open the armour  don't be surprised guy when i prize your eyes with a spoon too mutherfuckin true too split you in 2 now you so confused disarmed you with no crew smack you to harm you sack of smack rats in fact take a slap with a bapkin on you napper kid slapper bitch blast a diss constantly talking mackeral fish ,feeling the real better wish its not you i deal a wrecking for me to be g checking,wreaking havoc, take a bet that the beating you get that the odds in betting id get you you're so stupid you really have no clue do you welcome your worst nightmare can sense the scared I do care to tear you into bare strips of little bits of paper straight up, wake up, go sleep you did dare, fucking sheep, shove a glove up your mums front bum so funny you're lucky i'm not in no hurry little curry bum mummies boy destroy you all you wanna test the lord i burn the halls down on every floor ,,,,,Now ,,,,,Motherfucker what's on ya plate,LoL,,,,oh shit,I forgot,it's too late but wait... its never to make a milkshake with flour basin in cases in case it spills over the tray, hey tracey knows the grace for the baldness on display wrote: -- --