Drop Kick - Exodus
fingerless gloves, with a switch, militant black man I learned from to become a man military jacket, illitary ratchet is my tongue maggot everybody grab the nearest punk and simply tag him only chain on my neck, wooden beads make a rosary italian homie cut ya body stuff it in apolstery drop it in the river near my crib, your soul emits, chained to be a noble notary I'm fucked when they find the bodies 'cause I love keeping death I cause close to me call it prose in the first degree ripped ...
Author: cyspy; Tags: drop kick by exodus torn the author rap hip-hop lyrical poetry spoken word instrumental
