as i lay in my bed, these verses flow through my head, every single day i dread waking up dead, so i used my skill of rhyme, my flows like a career criminal, it should be doin tyme. my tounges like an automatic gat, my words squash niggas flat, the beat bounces up and down like a 64, i open your girls legs like suicide doors, your heart flatlines every time i drop a dime, pop the bottle, tip it back n swallow, shoot you in your knee and watch you waddle. listen to you scream like a bitch, flow like a spell from a witch, but i aint talking voo-doo, i aint from the N.O. im a Minnesota Boy, i ride them big toys, blowin the minnesota dro make my eyes sit hella low. keep em kinda red like after i cock lock n pop off ya head. Slangin them trees like im Paul B. Got Babe the Blue ox with me, shes sittin on my hip. listen to her spit. better duck or get hit real quick. See me postin on the corner like a pole, why your money so fuckin shallow? i got more than apollo, dressed in all black like the timberwolves, my shits exxplosive northside shit, yupp northside. Minnesotas pride, got the state on my back, and thats a fact.
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