LIMITED - SLAKE
Written by:SLAKE
Labelled as an outcast
I'll put a saddle on your back
And ride that ass
Like a war torn cowboy
I'm more than you can handle
Here's another depth how I trample
I make truce run in groups
I love then I regroup to an amount
No matter how bad the sox lose
Caught up and down with my sound
Get my groove around
Give you the run around
And run you right out of town
All alone and I'm holding my nose
To the grindstone
'Cause I'm black to the bone
Try to hit me with a diss on your own on my microphone
You'll get sent home
With your front smacked from you jones
To the grindstone
'Cause I'm black to the bone
Try to hit me with a diss on your own on my microphone
You'll get sent home
To the grindstone
'Cause I'm black to the bone
Try to hit me with a diss on your own on my microphone
You'll get sent home
To the grindstone
'Cause I'm black to the bone
Try to hit me with a diss on your own on my microphone
You'll get sent home
To the grindstone
'Cause I'm black to the bone
Try to hit me with a diss on your own on my microphone
You'll get sent home