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Dame Of The Month - August 2008 |
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Written by Katie Felten
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Thursday, 21 August 2008 |
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Just this rhyme, no story to tell.
My name is fresh, from the raps that I sell.
In the back of the bar you’ll see me dance
My butt barely covered up by pants
I drink Franks for breakfast and Franks in between,
for dinner it's "Not Water", pizza and ice cream.
I is what I is, I smoke and I dance,
It's my crack you'll see,
hangin' outta my pants.
You might smell me comin' when I skate or run,
I permeate liquor, or is CK1?
I dominate these fools on my skates
The destiny of being fisted impatiently awaits
You can duck, dive, cry, or pout.
I block and punch, I knock bitches out.
Love me or hate me, I could give two shits.
Mess with me, I'm Sharon Fists. |
