Teh_Jordy schreef op 17-01-2006 @ 19:08
dat van Ozcan zal vast wel extince zijn
raad deze maar:
The dope is in my style, not talking kilo’s
No grams or soaps, but containers full tapes
DVD’s and cd’s instead of bricks and cakes
Shit is locked, apes arent letting you down
Because we dont knit socks, or scarfs
Daddies inhale, and than they crash into a pole
Bumped your bodykit, pathetic lost souls
Driving with damage, insurence nogwat

There is nothing here, other than 2 emty crates
No monkey, you dont poop out of poorness
Now you wanna fuck me up, not gonna happen dad
Fairy flying with tea, dont belief in fairy tails
I rip this shit up, you play with pokemon
U dont like girls, rather a playfull doll
I fuck you up, let me gonna meet you
And see if i resist to test how far the broom gets
Il repeat, dont hate on the monkeys
But you talk the talk, you cant make this shit
Architects on the street, like supah said
your lyrics are nice, but nothing new me
Standard lines, chewed on like a cow
I dont care about you, dont wanna interfere boy