dialated

my ma duke raised me wrong, her angelic heart in me
but dont take my kindness fo weakness wardie
cuz charli might bind wrists, witness dis
life of a suburban jit raised up by dat click
of ruthless thugs, felons, and mercenaries
dat taught me how to scrap, by makin my vision blurry
3 knuckles 2 bud-DUH!'s dome piece
n many a conflict i clutch da chrome piece
but never had the ruthless, fuck it all, notion to pop it
too much logic, like baboo i used to scratch/ serials off da rocket
modest, humble, forgivin,
honest, I'll rumble, I'm livin
in dat county called DADE,
still a souljah marchin, how i get dissed the other day?
dude say, he knew me, highschoo days n I'm a busta
i walked away, tho it be, i had a crew of hardcore zoo ready 2 rush up
outnumbered dem, silo-wetts n eagles, budduh nan elevated evil

dilated peoples, yall stay street but still spit knowledge
hard to find a group that dont sell out just to clok dollahs
I gotta tone it down, go quasi-commercial, i acknowledge
the realest did it, why sould'nt I, to PAC i send homage
school barricaded my education, hence i quit college
know-it-all's brag, music class, holdin teach a hostage
read engineerin manuals wit no need fo professors
learnt it on my own compression, limiters, n de-essers,
but do miss the moans from sorority fran dreshers,
fuck frats, cuz, worst come 2 worst, drastic measures
for da fam, my peoples come first, apply pressure
when the pressures on its a hit, thug life, shakur lecture
to any puss dat fuk wit fam dey, annihilated
and if fam fuk wit fam they gettin violated
mind stimulated by movies like scratch, wait fo sequel
baboo n q-bert mastermind heros phillipeano
reload, rakaa spit hot flows, dilated probly rock hot shows
but i aint know, take it all, fo five six c-lo
C no, Charli no, C bud-DUH! not a dick pullin groupie
at the bar didnt know how to approach, DT ask fo doobie
didnt wanna seem like i needed u to make me a star
just want ur opinion cuz i dun known who u are
10th grade ridin to class, dilated peoples in my car

Stop Lookin Back (bout females)

stop lookin back (bout females
Current mood: nostalgic

dis gonna be the last song bout past relationships



i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females im missin

lookin back the last time, on my past wives
who held my hand, felt coarse grooves n my lifeline
remember the first dime, and her name was Dani,
first women, i wanted, who let me get in da panties
the only woman i knew who had a real real luv,
Fo Me
the only woman i could ever trully trust
cuz see
me, Charli B, I gots some trust issues
my "homeboy" fuked my next girl, and it wasnt a lust issue
cuz dey hid it from me, creepin, i saw where it headed
not much feelin for dis one, but me/my "dawg" not cope-a-stedick
but back to D gurl, 8 years later, still talk and all dat
her place in my world, i got luv, its true, a small fact
and when she gets married, id like to be at the weddin
cuz my luv fo her unconditional like angels n heaven
or demons n hell, i did her dirty in our relationship
cuz i was dumb and sixteen and didnt know a faithful chick

when i seen one


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin


i gotta stop lookin back, thats why i wrote this song
no more, "i miss u", "i hate you", or "Fuck u, u did me wrong"
last song about the past, bout that ass dat i used to smash,
hot sex in the grass, just glass from my shattered past, LAUGH
about it now, u heard the songs i dropped about my gangsta Ex,
coke sex on bathroom floor, sniffin powder off her chest.
when id quit, she get me hooked, pull out bags and get me shook
when id quit her, try to book, her tears were bad, plus those looks
turned to dependancies holdin on me so I'd stay
she grab a blade and threaten me with her suicidal ways
say i looked at a broad, she splash me wit a drink
see security hold me back, I know thats what u think
but thats not what happened, hieneken bottle she crackin
bouncers hold her bak when, they askin me what happened
i just tell dem, i love my crazy ass girl, understand
4 years, always took her back, then ditched me for another man


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin


gotta stop lookin back and Charli pediks, so SO serious
last verse about broads i was with fo sho short periods
there was Jakal from michigan, preppy girl wit and ass so so good
wish i could rip again but good girl wanted Cee cuz he so so hood
she was in a phase, and im amazed , that i never wifed L-bomb from K
woman front preceedin verse merked relation wit Loorin, still think 2day
i wanna be wit her, cuz i love her like sister,
n i lust for her in many other ways, then there's A
gringa from pinecrest, when her head lay upon my chest
she had my mind in vex, cause i could trust her unlike the rest
i was A dub at her prom, i should hae made it special
shellshocked from a ghetto bitch, and had demons in my mental
sentimental feelins cheated with my ex from 2nd poem
she gave death threats to my white girl aand fukdup what i had goin
but its all my fault, i was weak, a dick is what i am
probably sound like a bitch when i say i feel dirty after 1 night stands
too many drunken nights wit girls on drugs dat fell in love
cant make connections cuz heart stone cold pumpin purple blood
and truthfully it all karma for the wrong i did to all dem queens
and ill probably die alone still thinkin bout the girl in dreams


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin

reply to migraines comment

reply to migraines comment
Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

sit back take a wak and lend C an earhole
c period PEDIKs been nutty nuts sinse year old
out the k hole in M I Yayo, i combust n cook blow
whoa!
dress down, holes in my clothes wit O's enclosed
i got a migrane in mind but not skitzo it be my bro
heard voices many a time , disregaurd vocal appearance
cuz after wake up! chas, get outta bed
comes kill ur parents
demons on my back n claws in my kindneys
semem in urinary track blast evil into pigmeys
guess i drink too much
sin and sell dat dust
get real wit my road dogs and camp dat blunt
had white gold dat look like vampire fronts
my lyrics holy but life voodoo evil like santarian brrrruHA
turn good girl to K Hoe To Coke Hoe den 2 roks raw
i love 2 pac,and dem japaneese pray to ancestors
so i talk to pac and hope i get dose real answers
im killin da mic but wit out genocide
i like oldschoo rock but newschool hope emo dies
bud-DUH dig deep in rock quary in fiends cerebellum
studduh when pig ax me my story if i got tings, where i sell em
so stressed in my mind, brother in Over T on D grind
n i cant find the time to deal wit drug problems
im a mess distressed on da la line, mind jumbled like gang signs
shanked a dude one time but never semi or revolved em
so i lay back alone in Dat Khole n blaze dat blizzy
thinkin bout when mittens was sitten on my lap next 2 dat glizzy
voices used to be busy, signals made me not hear demons
a few years after i jacked my tripple beam in
highschool class, and now i cant laugh, dark past no joke , cant cope, so, it in my mind, repressed to back
dont know if the rhyme scheme right or it iambic pentameter,
but i know blow Hoes fiends white crypt and bangin the brain matter of
a few dudes tat did me wrong
only 12 dollars but i had to be strong
or rather be SEEN strong
so we hunted for two weeks wit dat PH flag at arms
and tis a true story bout the dudes that raise me up
5 years ago at chart house we was in the cut
me and Crazy IJ johnathan ran dice games
made more off servers that way then the right way
but what im talkin bout i aint realize
im drunk beligerant actin tense like TABS cut wit stricnine
n ive been in a darkspot with my brother on da floor
i realize god real cuz i felt the devil knockin on my door
i smile at tears , and try to see ur position
cuz ive seen peers bump heads wit lucifer

HEAD ON COLLISION

live off lies

we live off lies

we live our lives

mad man clean and he livin his live

we livin to climb

droppin a line

never droppin a dime

unless im droppin my bitch

never rokin a wire

cuz den i be a snitch

never popped da nine

never dropped da fire

only popped dat two two

but to ground i fired

mind older dan duece duece

i been dat squire

medievil but skipper in da EM word

my needs been dire

but for da fam gotta provide first

family first card

suposed to buy dat food

but 75 cent to dollar could become dat 2

or it could become boot

if yous be addicted

street life in vocab, see it in in the script bitch

like i bust quadroople negatives

nah notta nan nada nuttah budduh , jus me trick

im sik wit leprocy ......how i spit shit

spit 2 bars decay n ur arms drop off ur ligaments

rip broads easily and spark crops of killah shyt

spit snot on emcees who talk talk but dey really bytch

clip marks who seen to be real but lechon affilit.....d

feelin it?

like jacko and kids

or foot draggin junkies jus tryin to get a fix

12 duckets play wit thoughts

crabs in bucket fighted up

khole it be dat family

time for me to tighten up

cuz i gotz to lead da movement

born to be a general

gotta make some moves and

be example for da animals

army of 12 monkeys

War2Day

ey!

u wanna war warday

oye!

words in battle mean nuthin so dont jabbah spray

hey!

u treked a long battlefield holmes, or so u say

but mey!?

im in a war n dere aint really much to say



i dont know why

i was beligerent teen-interger

dont know why i cappt 22s

40 bones for blood stained hair trigguh

dont know why i cause wrek and went for that intertek

thank god, I alive, wit k-hole music on internet



HEEEEEEEY

if i got 2 war 2 day

ima much older souljah

grown up since back the day

when i parkhill, steady flip bouldah

so tha nex war mine or ur body lay

den its over

cuz i only war and slay

if my fam be tortured



HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

there a war 2day, and

i might jus walk away

cuz my blood be not involved

and predicate jus paked a molar

i visualize a war in dade

and i cant simply walk away

i bleed dat MIA, glock work revolved

clock work, dock surge, I rollah

holdup

the road is paved

and maybe guns get blazed

maybe gums are spayed

maybe blood get grave

i go against the grain

flankin all dem troops

do u feel da pain

pac, above the rim in juice

hollah

if there a game to play

cuz chess is just a war to stage

and i played chess wit real pieces

thanks god i never made brains hang

my cerebellum pushed like fiends who hit da bang

i been 2 80 deep battle but nevah rep no gang

heeeeeey

there be a war 2day

my soul for god 2 take

and when the rapture arrive

i be sure an army demons slain



response to ASA rocks poem



http://www.myspace.com/asaviklund

Lobster

lobster
Current mood: drunk

im so sick when i spit i give tuburk-you-low-sis
i rip a bitch, she git 7 plauges, hail and locusts
when u in the cut wit me, i spit and u wont stop bleedin
cuz i keep flowin like hemophiliacs, im the beacon
of nasty spittin, flow retarded, diseased/ not like majik
johnson
cuz he on some
im rich bitch
n i dont want none
i cant charge it
cuz....
money buys drugs , but fame and luv buy antidote
funny how slugs hit suge and pac and pac is ghost
funny how pork ass crakuhs nevah find the killuhs
but lechon can run to pork n beans n find dealuhs
im a sick bas-tad
from all da acid
tabs, slabs of crak,
cookin base im dat master
n if u met me when i was twelve
you'd think i was alan
dope not sell, eyes not swell
nevah see me wyle'in
couple wrong turns , right turn down dat fork road
so book smarts meet street smarts and vocab steady erode
i finna, blazzae blah, den do dat thing
what really hood, what dey do, n mikingbing
why i talk like dat
same reason i walk like dat
i aint hood
but i was raise by gangstas that was no good
but they so good
they had they principles honorable
same as that G-Code wrote by pac and geronimo
think im drunk im lost in da song
n about dat lobster im glad im gone
but miss my dogs, cuz we had a common hate
for dat place we workedat so we could all relate
a steady pace of 10 percent white guests
at da red lobster black people tip the best
probly cuz dey shocked when u give em good service
cuz most stereotype , n them servers, they worthless
cuz if they look ghetto just work out a hustle
get the money at the start, tip the kitch n give em mussels
get 60 for the app, 2 drinks and 2 meals
and u just made 40 dollars off of dat deal

im trashed

1000 thoughts parody

1000 thoughts parody
Current mood: numb

i seen her in my dreamz at most every othernight

but these nite terrors be my every nite's fight

not talkin bout a bytch , talkin bout my seed

dead mariel sed dont trust nuthin dat bleed

foe seven days, n i dont die

in heaven she reside , so nightly i cried

why....

pac....

why?

n my heart turn black cold n made of dat gran-nit

i try to open up for a girl/ i cant dammit

i tried to open up for a girl/ tried bein nice

but she played me like i play herbs wen i roll dice

i tried bein a nice guy, but she got scare'd

pac sed bein a nice guy, get u no where

so i back bein stone cold, bangin cokehoes

n im dey last step befoe dey dwell dopeholes

oh no!

U KNOW?

u dont?

den ill let u hear it

my hart black hard like lucifer spirit



im sick of argue'in



left permanent scars on my heart , but dey dun healed

but scar tissue hurts when tats hit it , n still

stranglin myself when i try to sleep

try to tink positive but negative it creep

like try'in to think of an angel

devil taps my cerebellum like bogengels

feet shakin like my hands do dat

where da fuk was my lady when i blew crack

no know where she at

no where to be found like tha luv dat we had

not, knife to my chest n she wanted to stab

hieneken bottles at my dome, n all i can do, shake hurup

love relationships so fake like hair n makeup

oh!

so wanted happy home like tupac songs

but i cant hold on to hope, cuz life aint so long

seen a girl in a dream, n she gots my hart

but i never seen her, so my love be in da dark

blahzay blah

blazay blah
Current mood: brrrrrrrrrrrat

what i know

most of what i seen contra riches

how can i judge jits

when i walked dey shoes n been in dey britches

i never tried to hard

to be accepted on dat boulevard

been in deez kicks all by choice

and it wasnt overnight how i gotz dis voice

steady slangin bangin , a G thru progress

and the G's that taught me turned str8 when i ended process

but that no problem

they taught me dirt duece double may triple problem

revolvin solvin

solute , emulsify, and im dat solvent

n i stand on my own 2 achiles

forgettin bout the lake where we tossed out 2 semis

and i try to walk my older brothers path

but that mean im ignant

so i sit and laugh

n u dont know it yet

might tink i a liar

but i embody the dirt souf

n im it messiah

drunk'n poet

drunk'n poet
Current mood: crazy

it all inside

and clean give numbness

it joux synapse

dopemine beauty and blunduhs

i creeped thru the trap

fo seven eight summers

n then i seen jail

the truth in numbers



i got rushed in

so im among dis

team from parkhill

whom i run with

and i fought back

was kinda redundant

but respect came back

cuz i swung fist

n when addiction crept

i just plumet

but those who taught me game

beat me for dumbshit





.....enough poetry

flow official........

and the pain in my brain

frustrain voice i hear

and u cant compensate for

all my lost years

or all my lost peers

lockd in for many

so drops a monotear

n it falls in a petty

pile upon dis mirror

moistens dat clean

so i gotta hit da stash box

before i hit da fiends

but what i do wrong

devil work i ruin lives

so when i sing da song

throat infested with hives


still i thrive / wit pac soul i ride

pray standin , so god see souljah inside

seen horrible things/ me finna rip out mah eyes

after dat, felt demon on back, claws in my side

all dat fo evil cash

it be devil nite

then i got a rash

6 inch above thigh

right where i felt da demons claws

"Chas?",

"front me another bag,".

fiend does his thing off reflective glass

seen wraith vision of me back in da past

but ME

i known 2 stab

n ME

im known to mash

n ME

i pass, surpass, the grasp, of tings like crak

mikingbing

i got dat

i had dat , in many a situation

dam near a decade of contraband n litigation

pitchin, waitin, patiently ..... for dem investors

call for a distribution deal, not from bill collectors

or collection agencies, recolect remember

hazy deez commitments tracks not rendered

the steady clockin chasin me

never see me base'in c

i only blaze da tree

no devil dick fo me

C got addictive tendencies

money drugs n hennesey

dwellin on my memories

my boy in the streets

my girl act like my enemy

my lady on the side wakin up at 3:03

deth threat from my x, sayin dont be wit charli B

why do i ramble

cuz im drunk and flow fo weeks

asa say da songs lack content and consistency

his angle

best thing i heard since

ill give u knoggin jus blow ur weed

wyle u manhandle me

CeeBee tired of hearin "i luv da trak, ur the best emcee"

they always finna pull dick, they doeknow ceebeebeezie

been drunk typin fo 22 minutes and im high

recalect the beauty of numburs speaks to the beauty outside

been krunk, up, down, low, i clept it all inside

cuz theres an individual numbness, among us it reside



when im standin at ur side/ know no non-fiction

since college all deez ignant rappuhs fukd my diction

so u might think im fakin like i be from da hood, wardie

naw, i just chilled there in the cut, sellin dp upto fordie

headfirst in the trap at one foe years

twenty duece 2 fo fo untraceable but clear

regs double up/ life cruise control/ game steers

6 grand in product visualize fears

but enough bout dat

it all inside actually

my addiction to the game

is inbeded in personality

caine, pain, dopemeng, and brutality

thangs bang in dopegame, cause calamity

but truth in numbers, n numbers follow g code

on bikes be da runners n mademen in da peephole

why i ramble

why 50 pairs of chancletas

why so many sandals

every color, silver soon in breast, ah

mine-dwellin scallywag

every girl i been wit

want money or pelly-bags

thats a sin bitch

C-murdah at charthouse, muslim said

women be evil, inherently, just want ur bread

or power, words of allah

str8 outta koran

son of sam or son of uncle sam

what the fuk that mean

tangent off topic

rambling again like a bible prophet

40seven minutes typin

aint said not a nan nudduh ting

what wrong with charli bud-DUH!, c dot pudo, Charli Bing

rich in disguise

invisable ballin'
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

so christine gave me a birfday card she made(one of 2 cards i got) and she wrote a poem called "rich in secret"

this is my version.....

rich in disguise

wish i was rich in secret, like a wraith is
so i could write on good paper instead of blank bank statements



wish i be rich in disguise
so i would'nt have to do dem tings i do in the dead nite

wish i was rich, unseen, like da vapor
dat make fiends spend paper and cut my source wit dat razor

wish i was rich wit no one knowin
so i would'nt feel swelterin heat while i cause a snow'in

wish i had millions in secret
so i could send bills in for tuitions for those who need it
wish i was ballin where no one peep it
so da last bar could trickle down n get her brother's teef fixed

wish i was rich, not known by the earth world
den i could give tha weddin deserved to my first gurl
friend
but not to me
and hopefully
then, when i rich
it be ghostly
and
i can find a queen to be wit me
cause dough
visually
entices gold diggers
salivate like hammerhead 2 redmeat
SEE CeeBee, had a heart at 1 time
but now luv, No See like underground rimes
and tupacs demise

i wish i had pape's hidden like land mines
so my roaddogs could explode outta dirt n jus shine

and if i was rich and no one could read
id open methadone clinics, shelters, soup kitchens in OT
give clean hypodermiks to fiends, so no share wit homies
and probably go to projects and pass out Oh Zees

and if i had wealth invisible /appalonius
id walk thru walls and get off those felonius
help bang out cases
and for paper chasers
give em what they need to re up
and hook up basers
cuz if dey dont do it crackuhs will did
n they just tryin to feed dey mom dukes or kids

n if i had cash burried like tony suprano
id cap brian and christine a crib in orlando
naw im lyin
I WOULDNT DO dat IF I WAS PAID
...
...
...
...
...
...
id buy dem a crib by mine, up in DADE

if i be rich and it was unknown
i wouldnt cap gold chains or cars on chrome
i cap african gold mines and have em demolished
so at least a lil more slavery be abolished

say i had some paper, not seen like ameoba
finance 73 impala and crib fo cohiba
art studio fo spenjax 10 guitars steven lee
probably buy a bar just to have a spot to be

and when i get a lil cash
ill get my tats
12 pack golds
fix up studio where we rap

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrat!

but if i had 10 back accounts and no on knew em
i could stop talkin bout good deeds and just go do em

-charli budduh

thanks christine aka milky motts aka c - murdah aka the flower vase assasin aka brian's christine aka that crazy apple slappin white gurl aka chalimah aka c - bomb aka C ward (former d block inmate) aka queen of the RIG aka riglobster inmate 0293932 (released), aka one of the most richeous people i eva did met aka albrino's momma aka C ward aka brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat recipient aka ms. i feel ur pain aka the should to krylon aka uhh yah tupac loves you

response to SPEN's tyme 2 change

SPEN

Friday, February 17, 2006


tyme 2 change
Current mood: numb

Paint drips diluted from slit wrist as I witness my words ghost written on the black list of ignorance, why didn't you listen. One day of starvation is better than hope torn from place of creation.. I must let my chains rip my ego apart so I know my wrong and bear the weight I created. I now have to carry my burdens. For I alone let my soul not matter as it died darker than the pain I used as an excuse. Im not the same. I see madness in all life around me. Can I find a pure loving soul to guide me into the utopia I once had locked in my mind. If not give me hell for all life can have heaven. I release my selfish needs if it means not one soul will suffer or cause pain towards another. wrapped in a blanket woven from lost hope tears of black cancer tare all visions from my mantra. Must hold on to the last bit of good, inorder to father it so I may bring bliss to my family.

Ill fix it!
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K-Hole Studios


as we watch the paint dry

bio momma pregnated eatin paint chips all the while

or did i eat paint chips as a child

or is it da crack coke acid or lik dat made my style

my pops ax, "why i turn out da way i did"

i started workin at 10 resteraunt like u did, I UR KID

SHYT

i am my fathers sun

i hold my fathers gun

with no intentions to run

click clack, pull pack, n hit da blunt

the bullet

his anger and rage made me so passionate

i pull it?

my respect, his buisiness sense, make C think back on it

a bully

i nevah ak like dat

a mooley

never called a blak man dat

im trully,

an anti racist........ but

i hate a fukin crackuh......

with stars and bars on his truck

and lately my life been run amuck

in debt slippin on K future, plus bad luck

n i aint even gonna speak on chem dependencies

or the demons that menace me, dam i need a remedy

but the only one i see is a female standing next to me

dont fall for her, heart blak like wicca or sant-ary..

an magik and / or exorcisms..

deez tragik preminitions and visions

dat hocus pocus , po gon rope us, jus like magicians

i take anuthah blast, tho i kno it bad shit

i had it, im dun, den i chase dat white rabit

bad habit but still in dat fluffy animal burrow

crack is butt.. krills dat make musty mammals burrow

deep in da streets

first come da weed

den come da bleek

sooner dan later rock up and u spark dat geek

see, ur dammed tuh end dup at the hindu store..

dat blue.. cap da flower stem no more ... two for..

ones.. now u just cap 3 hards.. ur dun

now it time to hop on the right path

hold food n grow, like substrate , shrooms grasp

actually........... dat was inverted

cuz bud-DUH! drunk and high, yah......uheard it

bud-DUH! drunk and high, but i aint worthless

got ambitions not forgotten not murdered

too far in debt so dey on tha bak burner

cuz ill die before khole dies..

hope my sun remix blinded light..

SPEN be my brother , COHIBA be anuthah

god sent me GUTTUH and CO C. be his brothah

so there a CO n bud-DUH!

A COKE and GUTTAH...

SPEN ride for CHARLI

so ill merk for his muthah

we all KO-DEEZ fo each other

KHOLE HARLEM HEIGHTS

Ecks-O--Dust mofukah



Posted by K-Hole Studios on Monday, February 20, 2006 at 12:53 PM
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K-Hole Studios


we live off lies

we live our lives

mad man clean and he livin his live

we livin to climb

droppin a line

never droppin a dime

unless im droppin my bitch

never rokin a wire

cuz den i be a snitch

never popped da nine

never dropped da fire

only popped dat two two

but to ground i fired

mind older dan duece duece

i been dat squire

medievil but skipper in da EM word

my needs been dire

but for da fam gotta provide first

family first card

suposed to buy dat food

but 75 cent 2 dollar could become 2

or it could become boot

if yous be addicted

street life in vocab, see it in in the script bitch

like i bust quadroople negatives

nah notta nan nada nuttah budduh , jus me trick

im sik wit leprocy ......how i spit shit

spit 2 bars decay n ur arms drop off ur ligaments

rip broads easily and spark crops of killah shyt

spit snot on emcees who talk talk but dey really bytch

clip marks who seen to be real but lechon affilit.....d

feelin it?

like jacko and kids

or foot draggin junkies jus tryin to get a fix

12 duckets play wit thoughts

crabs in bucket fighted up

khole it be dat family

time for me to tighten up

cuz i gotz to lead da movement

born to be a general

gotta make some moves and

be example for da animals

army of 12 monkeys

all be blood brothers

fuk goin postal/ medievil

trogladite on u bustahs

-bud-DUH

-----charli bobblehead budduh brown aka charli bud-DUH! aka charli duckets aka charli 6 fingers aka charli durton aka charli i cant belive it not margarine aka the scatter man aka el jefe de khole aka yae pirate aka call me what u want just dont call me broke aka ceebee beezie aka C DOT aka charli bing aka parkhill charli aka the phs prodigy aka IJJC brother aka charli scootch bootch.....



Posted by K-Hole Studios on Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 2:52 PM
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SpenSolosGirl


Baby i hope to be the the pure love you found it and i ll help u thru anything just as i already have ,, i love you always will the love i have for you will never change or die ,, for u are my one and only now and forever,, what you usto write makes so much sense ,, u are a special soul that i am glad to have n=met and have loved ,, thanks for loving me soooo much in return too