Solo Raid Ringtones

It's here we gathered these souls Desperate enough to sell their lives Whetted, are their desires To scrape the bottom with their broken hands Low, their gazes These shells devoid of will All their hopes Tied to a web of deceit Like the rats they are Cornered by the serpent, they will try to hide And they will covet For the crumbs we have so generously strewn So they must kill Over things so trivial We've sown the discord In time, it will bloom And as such, we'll observe This ricketed circus dissolve itself And as such, one by one They will kill Lest they die Lest they die

Two, two, one, two How DOOM hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence On one scary night, I saw the light Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said, "Sure you're right" Don't let me find out who tried to bite They better off goin' to fly a kite in a firefight During tornado time with no coat then I caught ya Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author With no headshot, he said it's been a while Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile And that's no exaggeration The doctor told a patient, "It's all in your imagination negro" Ah, what do he know? About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego Trippin', to date the Metal Fellow been rippin' flows Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing This is too exciting Folks leave out the show feelin' truly enlightened They say, "The Villain been spittin' enough lightning To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton" a'ight then Yeah, check, it's enough Uhh, yeah, now How MED hold heat like Clint Eastwood reborn? Leave 'em with more holes than a dartboard Haters watch him, Hennessy double shottin' Drink like the answer to the problem's at the bottle's bottom Uh, from the bottom, top that homey, pay how you owe me My niggas take no like Kobe Even with the the arms of the Hulk, you couldn't hold me From gettin' mines, stogies be rolled, smokin' and gettin' by Thanks rap, I ain't got a dime Got me sneakin' out of checkout lines with bottles by the wayside Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines Do or die ride, how the dead return Street turns, keep me in this dirt, like an earthworm What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn Word for word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned