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    dots Submission Name: The Bourbon Kingdots
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    Author: particularshard
    ASL Info:    23/m/DC
    Elite Ratio:    4.21 - 1159/1392/363
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Serious
    Total Views: 1284
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 1675



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       Ya - Maker's Mark. Gotta love it. I'm gettin a glowing alternator for my car - thas the Bourbon King Bulletin tonite.


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    dotsThe Bourbon Kingdots
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    I feel the burn of the
    Soft and brown -
    It's the usual feeling,
    Warm in my mouth like a nude
    Nubianess squealing
    But much more faithful
    Also makes me much more hateful
    Of this world that isn't bottled and aged to be tasteful
    So it makes me be wasteful -
    Pour so many glasses out,
    Half full or half empty
    Cuz god forbid my ass is out -
    The real goes down like rain
    While rail brings only pain,
    Jealousy, anger, heartburn and shame
    False fuel for the flame
    And i'm the first of the name,
    M. Eazy the Bourbon King
    With a thirst for the fame -
    Matter fact I make a claim!
    Cuz my proof is bullet -
    If you've got something for me then by all means pull it -
    I've moved beyond the bullshit
    To hip-hop in the fullest -
    Matta fact i'm cooler than Steve McQueen in Bullit!
    (No he didn't!)
    No you damn right he did!
    I'm the same bad influence, fuckin' up your kids -
    I b deep in the bottle -
    Leanin on the throttle-
    Middle fingers up, music loud, meanin that i'm hostile-
    You weaklings play shoot-em-ups, and put shit up ur nostrils
    While I'm shankin smart-eyes in clubs,
    Send em to the hospital
    I am Mission Impossible -
    The Last Bourbon King -
    They neva shoulda judged Louey before they heard him sing -
    I'm the brass ring,
    You do ur best to reach me
    6 years aged, US-made I get better with each drink - mothafucka.







    Submitted on 2005-11-21 23:46:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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