Rosemeadow Tales

[verse] well i don’t know what you’ve imagined about me, but you 2cent hoes won’t get bub-kiss out of me, fark! shlomo, shalom, bail-om and other name that mean nuthin’ to me, i gotz my kill shoes on, ave a gun so i can’t be wrong,[drum solo] i be pumpin’ you with winners until you grinders and laughing in ur graves [chorus] fuck uou biatch i ain’t goin out like dis, i be pumpin my game all in c-towns name, 256 oh! that spells out all these things you don’t know, if i kill ‘em while i’m willin to go down there, then they be smilin up at me as i bury them punk ass biatchers can’t hang a rhyme on me, my beat is strong like a pimp arm a piston on the locomotion train, i seen the rain, came out of it again. yo! agaiiin i said that you should be dead, my words just walked over you now that you tasted my treads. bitch !!! [heavy drum solo] [chorus] yo! i gotz hitz that cannot be missed as your ho be chompin’ on my d.i.a..pick!! that’s right bitch i be makin’ love to your ho on blaxland road headin’ on up to the R S L for cheap beer and gear, lest we forget, those diggers all met death, and now the rounds of drinks are on me!! killa, that’s me, pleased to meet you but you keep bad company i was a pup in rosie now don’t be so nosy, rosemeadow gardens is where i bury all the bod-eez!! yeh you punk arse bitch i’ve gone and done you like this, just cause i’m mellow down pads toe, i’m a killer from rosie with a pocket full of poh-zeez that i’m a sprinkle on ur grave so ur mumma know how kind i can be, that’s me! punk bitch, i buried you now your hoes belong to me [sax solo]