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All Out HOGG

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By tommorow i mean monday...I dont have any comp access except at work currently
 
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I completely forgot about this, i'll post up tommorow...my bad holmes
 
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I forgot again...sorry...Im always busy...but i won't no show...promise that
 
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Calico you came better last time we battled...Malice i gotta quick verse...I'll post it up on my lunch break in'a few hours
 
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selln fat sacks in a cadilac// windows tinted black smoken on that craback// i b that fool samiam that realy dont give a damn// gettn my money and protectn my fam// hittn streets all day// never leavn the bay ............. lol sorry bout this shit it the first time i try to think of shit like this
 
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verbal artilary, mass hysteria condusive of my relapse~
death, dark, and dumb...my m.o., but perhaps...(pause)

i assassinate yo inner sanctum wit my minds eye~
then pause to reflect on yo inscription: thas why niggaz die~
bullet riddin, holes instead of stains~
you = the GERMANS...balls instead of brainz~
shit negro, be about yo businesses, stay the fuck away from mine~
99 or eternally, it's been said, yo ass ran out of time~
assassination wit plas-teec, bottom of the ca-mode
first SHIT you drop, the last time you explode!~
see this shit here, drenched in you fluids~
if my hand was my mouth, my mouth was a bullet, went right thru it~
didn't do it, but there's something to it~
release my feces on you grave, and let yo bitch get right to it~
i knew it...

durty south nigga, 3rd ward wig splitta~
houston hard hitta, blu hypnotik and henny, and a one hitta quitta~
block bleeda, slab rolla~
you comatose nigga, hit by motarola~
..........
see that? internet bangin, type-by on yo system~
resistence is futile, my TROJAN dis-missed-him!~
boss hogg, retaliation, imbedded causin conflict~
let loose 2 no names, post mortum, depicted on yo transcript~
fuck yo fat sacks i'm curb servin toe tags~
blu rags, wit guess jeans sags~
spit yo verse...here come the free body bags~
open my mouth, venom oozes out my vacated stadium~
where you am-in-um~
nuclear hollowtips, dipped in uranium~
massive head trama, like KOBE'S cranium~
it's the mista mista, juss call me NO NO~
thas my niCC name, given by the po po~
huh oooo, numero uno, it was 88, 300z, draped in MOMO~
not sicc and twisted, just mentally ill~
the more i eat...the more i have to kill~
shoot first, you know i'll blast back~
fuck it...
i'll shoot my self, b4 any more shit comes out ya asscrack!...