by Charlestown_McCabe » Oct 6th, '10, 16:35
It's the C-Town Shamrock back for another word,
I see now, hands down, this a place for a brothers worth
you dont speak down to new clowns, you allow for a mothers birth
had no one teach how, i speak out, i say whatever comes first
im not oblique now, i reach proud, and lay down every verse
I cut a verse, slice words right off the top now...
For what it's worth, right or wrong I speak of C-Town...
Since my birth, I been strong, never stabbed or shot down...
On this Earth, I belong, forever that so I talk nouns...
I'm an Irish man, too much pride to think...
And yet I find I can, refuse the urge to drink...
Cause if shit hits the fan, I got my mind in sync...
So I'll admit the plan, is a bit designed to bring...
The fists and hits to man, the ones enclined to sing...
Running their mouths like, there ain't no repercussions...
Something about knives, let's ya know we aint just frontin'...
We hunt and scout prize, come in ya home to gut ya muffin'...
It's nothing but cries, catch you alone cluthin' on somethin'...
Now you get cut wide, next time you won't keep bluffin'
Now stop that trash talk, we just decline to fear it.
We talk that cash talk, you ain't enclined to hear it.
You best just fast walk, move ya behind and tear it.
And that's the last straw, or you felines prepare it.
And get you're cat's paw, for now its time to bare it.
Itty bitty pussy cat, did he hit me, shit i laugh
git me, hit me, pussy cat, shity little bastard cat
the nitty gritty has it bad, cause kitties titties blasted back
shit these kitties have it bad, let me let them kiss my ass
Stephen Patrick McCabe II - The Digital Shamrock[color=#004000]Charlestown Townie 4 Life[/color]