hardstyle
• Written by mouglee33
this for the head-knockers
spit in the mic until i prosper
sloppy syllables toxic as vodka feel the chakra
never running out of juice the nectar of the gods
even Zeus couldn't reign
one measure over thees bars
i bring the havoc
they want the throne
but they cant have it
i got the static
even my passion is past average
so hide ya feeling till the coast is clear
and best beware the killers stalkin
like they some overseer
message to the populus
we are the greats dont you mistakes
condolence for compliments
just makes we accomplish shit
gave you knowledge so you can get a grip
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mouglee33
Member since November 22 2015