Legendary Corny
I can't be stopped I put my word on that
Any obstacle in my way I'm a hurdle that
Nice chain I see you shining like turtle wax
Make you give it up fast you get turbo taxed
Sharp blade make your body and soul part ways
It's going down like like a diver in shark cage
Heart full of rage knife in my palm
Make art on the page with your blood now that's drawn
Think it's a game keep thinking we the same
Until you get popped like a bicycle chain
My rap sheet longer than a hippie's hair
And your chick downloads like zippyshare
And you can say what you have to
Calling me white trash yeah I'm white and I'll trash you
Talking all that nonsense
Til I gotta have it on my conscience
That I knocked you unconscious
You don't really want this
I'll have you laid out
Paramedics saying that you unresponsive
Let me remind you
You can hide but when I catch you I'm a leave you where nobody can find you
You so trash that the city should fine you
No label even out of pity would sign you
No one likes what you be spitting only your self does
So don't your rappin' serious no one else does
It's Chop I be doing it my way
In the lab working I ain't sleep in 5 days
Never had high grades but I had high grade
Til the cops kicked in my door in a surprise raid
Any obstacle in my way I'm a hurdle that
Nice chain I see you shining like turtle wax
Make you give it up fast you get turbo taxed
Sharp blade make your body and soul part ways
It's going down like like a diver in shark cage
Heart full of rage knife in my palm
Make art on the page with your blood now that's drawn
Think it's a game keep thinking we the same
Until you get popped like a bicycle chain
My rap sheet longer than a hippie's hair
And your chick downloads like zippyshare
And you can say what you have to
Calling me white trash yeah I'm white and I'll trash you
Talking all that nonsense
Til I gotta have it on my conscience
That I knocked you unconscious
You don't really want this
I'll have you laid out
Paramedics saying that you unresponsive
Let me remind you
You can hide but when I catch you I'm a leave you where nobody can find you
You so trash that the city should fine you
No label even out of pity would sign you
No one likes what you be spitting only your self does
So don't your rappin' serious no one else does
It's Chop I be doing it my way
In the lab working I ain't sleep in 5 days
Never had high grades but I had high grade
Til the cops kicked in my door in a surprise raid
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Writer(s): Anthony Valentine
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