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kneebar wrote:You know what they say. "No good deed sould be left unpunished"

You know when "they" said that Keith thought they were the 2 guys from Roadside and popped a cap in 'em both.

"Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
but nothin comes out when they move their lips;
just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Ray

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Then just study a tape of NWA!"

One day I was walkin by, with a crash pad on, when I caught a guy
give me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the Military parking lot, with his climbing rope
I don't give a fuck if he's old or not
I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
when I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a Forest Service truck
Hoppin out with two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
I'ma kill you and that spraying ass foreign bitch you're with

And when the rangers came through
me and Ray stood next to a burnt down tent
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
From here on out it's days of rage, pitch two
Sent today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To beat you to death wit a camalot number two

SCIN Shady - hotter then a set of twin babies
in a SUV wit the windows up
sending routes that went up in the mid 80's
Crushing mad ratings; sorry Odub but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him baby
If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me
wit your shoes out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last route went up, you wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this badass woody
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a hold from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Cliffton)
I told em all - all them little tradies
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout cams like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
Cause I burn sport climbers off
Now all I get is hate e-mail all day sayin Ray fell off
What cause I been at the lode wit a gri-gri and a brush
tryin to get this damn route ticked off?
I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of golden touch
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more 5.12 FA
and fuck trad! You can have it back

So where's all the mad bouldererers at?
It's like a sport crag in this habitat
But all you bolt clipping cats
Knew that Wes was strapped wit pads and Red Bulls
When you were cuddled wit your Tori dolls

who's next to attack the track
with battle raps to swing back the impact of a battle axe

i rap past the crag and the habitat
imagine that, the after fact, now you scared knowing rabbit's back

i put up FA's in ciphers to blast the past
while you were wearing luvs diapers and cabbage patch

oil prices froze flame spitters to average cats
cause they can't afford the cash for the gas and match

and i remember that now every time the cheers rally
with fears of weird traddies or gear at muir valley

ain't nobody witnessed me spit like this badly
i mapped out the game that i "rand" like mc-nally

but hey, it's obvious i'm on a murder quest
so step down knowing that my heaters will even burn a vest

the tournament's a turnicate with your vision in a blurry mess
cause i'm servin people worse than o-double-you at derbyfest

Oh, gawd, he's back ...