[Loadex Lux: Round 1]
Mook is you ready?
Mook is you ready baby?
Total Slaughter y’all ready?
King of harlem mother fuckers
I don’t entertain opinions
There will be no more victory saving victims
Wishing well judges and all the pain and mission that came to aid the missing
I don’t lose to these lost niggas attempting
Only thing you gonna take is attendance
You just an intermission I’m on a mission it makes a difference
It was written, 2010 that 'Watch Me Work' video i gave you the premonition
But this what sipping get you for gifting, forgot you was scheduled for demolition
Addictions is no good for niggas when in the trenches
How you wake up an intervention, laying in intensive
Current position I’m beating you on the numbers
Math did it, now Eminem is , he in addition
He gave you a word problem you can’t solve
How your mind is (minus) going to multiply with
This add out for your division, get the vision?
But this ain't the first time you getting your head split in collisions
Damn homie, on those Smack DVD’s you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to Mook? Y’all saw him in there with Iron
Your opponent was white and the punches were hardly striking
The other thing enticing, it felt like i was watching the last performance from Iron..
Mike in the ring or Mook good to retire, your story book ending looked better at the pilot
Flying higher in a sun lilt sky, I thought you warmed up nigga
Just knew you couldn’t beat a phone book in a dryer
Yup yup, I got new hair cut and I’m acting up
Ayyy but look at you doe .. now look at Lux
Yaaa and all my niggas look rich as fuck I’m 2 Chainz ..
You can hold the antics, show theatrics. Danger i detect no trench coats with the badges
I had to protect my neck
Let the confused inspect the deck looking for gadgets
Im jacked in, im jacked in nigga, I’m jacked in
Imma imma imma like an old soul fashion from back when
I bought eighties babies from money making Manhattan what happened?
Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin you thinking capped, missed the whole hat trick
Disappeared younging, in his wonder years money bunny ears pull out on you
It’s fucking magic, like Coco you never had it
This just might fuck a friendship up to put something up in the cabinets
Oh we just rapping Lux, they want another classic
Bullshit nigga they want another casket
I see you like to play games but you ain't never seen it this graphic
I’m at you, get down with a grave digger I beef with as far back as when BET tape Tyga
In that same picture known niggas took a whole coat off you, not a drop of paint thinner
Ain't this a…not even a picture hang witch ya
Why incomplete make compete no audible wanna eat
I’d rather rap like a preacher than act like a priest
What’s with the ass grabbing? You boys lost me you Mr Cheeks
Wasn’t Phara a dot? Now there ain’t no chick in a fleet
But you could leave it to a woman to know how these niggas sleep
Was your west side man slipping you Dayquil?
Let me find out, he was one of those 20 niggas in the showers.. waiting to Jae Mill
No credit office you’ll take a deal doe (dildo) to pay a bill
You admit it you did it for the money, you a profit puppet you got corrupted and your stock deducted
Been dry humped through your career, you know who not to fuck with
Y’all all drunk in the public, the other niggas is ducking
They all getting shocked and snuffed in they run- ins
How y’all functions function proper your brats a more punches than broadway rocky numbers
I don’t knock you niggas but god dammit, they think they throw lollipops with suckers
Know the fuck they stuck by ya the ruff ryder in the lane with the truck tire
I drove all the way from Jersey with this Arsonal I got out of K-Camp
It’s nothing to uppercut a bitchup I bust drivers (bus drivers) right in they mouth
You going to jail now
Or the dirt delivery like a hearse
You gonna get it the worse my nigga but not the first
Mase ain't the only murderer that ended up in the church
You a whore, what this nigga know about war
That’s just some shit he had on yesterday or the day before
You’ll be another dead homie
Ay the crypt keeper said he blew it cause he never read up on me
Tonight you niggas with rhymes learn
Wise words for any who got nerve
Don’t be another Murda Mook here on this live serve
I will ball up side your head till your side burns nigga
Rip him all over the street like wide turns
This where the tide turns sharp
I'm parked at the job stalk back harder than aardvark
Onslaught man to man this nigga a dog walk
On second thought, you opposite actualy
Get me, you pussy thats chinese fortune
Gonna be cookie everywhere when this cat meet (meat) with me
My wrath dark bath salts thinking he mad smart
My shop right (Shoprite) I got a super marketing (Super Market) plan his path marked (Pathmark)
Mook you couldn’t shine my war boots
My son need food for his mind I’m who he talk to
They got me feeling like the man when i walk thru
We can’t just listen to any one that y’all give the floor to
But when we need a nigga to mop we’ll call Mook
I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus
Tell that nigga don’t ever throw rocks at the sun, he can’t reach it
[Murda Mook: Round 1]
Against Calico we was loving it
But now tho, i think I speak for me
And a whole list of others when I tell you we done got sick and tired of your mumbling
We in a situation perpetrated and delegated by the mother ship and all this other shit
Nigga shut your lips, you think we fucking with that righteous bull shit
When niggas mothers were out here struggling and y’all let him diss niggas for hustling
I’ll tell you what, the same day niggas like us stop selling illegal substances
Will be the same day Magic Jjohnson can get on tv and tell Donald Sterling to suck his dick
But now for these bars I’m tucking in wait, you be a bitch
See lux we dead animals but, we eclipse the battle rap Peterless
But cap peep the twist, I hope you gave you sun kiss (Sunkiss)
Cause I’m bout to show you I’m done with trying to come to grips with bottling up all this two leader (2 liter ) shit
So the (soda) fans wanted the old murda
The dew rag laced, sad to cake, straight old Murda
While your naked eyes going to have to bare witness to his whole murder
Mask on , glove i ain't leaving no trace
I’m bout to bring y’all champ pain (Champagne), and its gonna be a cold case
May i purpose a toast? Hey congrats and clap
I put tubes in this dick head like a catheter
I propel him to a massacre, long chopper this hold 32 passengers
All this fake teaching you preaching, niggas done had enough
Cause you a false prophet money, you don’t be adding up
For example he rapped how he used to battle on the roof and the loser had to jump
That was cute, but in real life, I had to battle for the stoop, and the losers had to pump
See we slave for this white, boy
That cotton out here in the field lux, you know how that feel lux?
Baby moms is a nuisance and you up to your neck in bills lux?
I know for a fact you know cats who sold crack and woke trapped in the court system
I wonder if you tell some of your friends they lost niggas
But speaking of lost niggas in court systems, lord forgive
But his right hand man damn that was a tragedy
I head the da jogged his memory so fast he was losing calories
They had him sketching pictures of niggas like he was in an art gallery
I heard when Sam sung (Samsung) he indicted the whole galaxy
But don’t be mad at me check it
I ain't clocking his track record I’m just baton waiting I’m just relating whats coming back to me
Actually since this his show I wanna borrow something from Eminem
Roll camera me and this lux theme was iminitent cut scene
It is too obscene to vision not personal all these productions are dividends
I just came to snatch the perk off the senior citizen
Not a senior citizen but a scene ya sit us in
We olympians so like the high jump putting your back on the floor is goal
So when that heat point, back up cause my demeanor is cold
So when that heat point, back up cause my demeanor is cold
Wait a god damn minute the Heat point back up, sounds like to me Norris Cole
I bring him Oklahoma Thunder, he talking we tear his block up
Soon as he chant the rant (Durant) he gonna hear that semi baakka (Ibaka)
Jack son for his big face I ain’t talking twenty dollars
He getting cooked right in front of y’all, Welcome to Benihana
Now let me be Chiro-practical and take a crack back at Cal
I’m just asking how, wow, me and my pals laughed at Lux chokes so loud it was hard to breathe
I felt like Moses cause that was me and my whole staff’s favorite part to see (part the sea)
Pardon me for being type hurt when I did the site search you questioning my worth
If you wanna fight first then lets get it knife work get ripped like a tight shirt when you stretching it
Pipe burst nigga you light work like electricians
Take your hands off your hips nigga, listen
What happened to the Lion’s Den? Kid Capri said you stalled to pay him
Every week there was more delaying
You either pay me or walk away that was the ultimatum
You told him well walk away then, but Kid ain’t even fought to blame him
Cause he knew since you on the cam a lot
You’d be dragging your feet a lot, so of course you’d slay him
Though you had the battles in bulk, like the Incredible Hulk you had a mean run
But it was Kid that gave you the juice sweety, you was Capri’s son
When you rapping why do you pile up your syllables and try to distort niggas mental views?
Hype an hyphening and hyphening .. I’m not dissing you
It’s just a fact that when you rap like that its not visual
You take a phrase real simple and then you make it real difficult
Theres a difference between lyrical then just rhyming a bunch of word niggas really ain't trying to listen to
You think you tricked them dudes, but nigga’s been knew what you been get to. so you fucking up our Christmas too
Cause the surprise is petty
So look at it like this, what good is having a gift wrapping if the the recipients know whats inside already
See it was you who dissed us for selling guns and toting Glocks
It’s safe to say, you David Blane, you put yourself in a box
Cause now if he try to rap hard, saying well they only bars
It’s still against what he believe in, he’ll be depicted as a fraud
So whats your card? (cut off by time)
[Loadex Lux: Round 2]
It’s looking the fortune tellers accounts ain't had no where to count
How a nigga tell you your career gonna be on fire one day
And leave out the part where you standing right in front of the dragon’s mouth?
I drag you out those schemes and things you been acting out
Attack me how? Personally your lyrically traffic along the route
But this where your delivery start looking like carry out
Puff had you out to dinner after that bout
That shit had my boy thinking he bad and thats exactly what got him in daddy’s house
I go straight to work on him, graveyard shift
You on a reality show but in all reality you nothing like whats based in the script
Example our last battle did you bring them two chicks it wouldn't make you good since
I mean you had 50 11 racks , nigga face in the mac, all make up shit
What about a good amount of sense then?
You the same dumbfounded look when doubt and senseless
Navigation system re-routed, you turn your head on the verses you gonna get a hook around it
I got news (noose) for ya, you can’t hang with a nigga this grounded
Your brunched up to get your paint stuffed, I studied your make-up just to see what you looked like without it
Get surrounded you been fraud you couldn’t cut it with the Rock and supposed to been a gym star
They always begin strong I click draw right where you company fake when shit Enron
Blood on the leaves would you believe a nigga get a battle with Lux and forget to breathe
They gonna honor this carnage i'll promise the camera's catching your karma
My maker the father, God the creator and author made me life's joy Mook
I can be painter or terminator you turning white boy, watch John Ancrum get Jon Connor’d
I’m nicer than your mothers mother with this grammar (grandma) nigga
I beat you like Big Momma
That drama have you hip-hoping its nothing like the genre
They’ll be rushing to trauma trying to cut through the pajamas doc trying to clog the blood clot
Plug him like a charger , Rex squeezing tighter than a muscle shirt from Under Armor
You can make it Murda, I do that you gonna be a fucking martyr
I don’t cut minor, you vagina , bleeding, they trying to hold his jeans in with the big stitching they rap niggas
I figured they’d love you in designer
You a liar in here with a truth treasurer, these embezzlers this the shit I don’t like chief
I told your editor Em for advancement you’re no Chris Hanson
Why would you put that girl in the house? You’ll never catch a predator
I remember ya, you was young, you was hot
I remember that battle my niggas, everything you saying
And how it sound 10x hot cause you going against the greatest
But Mook I do know I’m the greatest you believed in they hype
That’s why I waited, till your shots started fading than you compared you to Mike
Example theres no wonder you’ll never be like when you was younger
I got a broad way (Broadway) to play on that
Neither you nor Mike was quite the Wizard trying to come back with his old number
Lux whats your take? Mook came back to get paid in full
And I got a bar for every bump on your face
The tapes only show outtakes funny, the producers said you could pass for the outbreak monkey
It’s Houdini you could see me, the niggas brought rounds for the champ you’re up here looking like Boudini
Who can see me? Brought rounds for the champ look like Houdini, hey Mook
I thought it was easy nigga, how bout now? I don’t get paid to freestyle thats confusing
Where I’m from if you go off the top thats cause you losing, or a lost nigga, I should leave Mook assuming
We could of took the battle on the roof nigga you right, but you prollly jumped to conclusions
Your stuck in the illusion are you backwards or upside-down could pick neither one
If its both, you block heads from 116 are gonna need 911
Your mind young dumb, you’re doing it for the Vine
These niggas get clipped every second now doing it for the Vine?
Rex and Shine skipped to the Lou where was Ray for?
For this paper you standing around looking, shiit. I wouldn't wait for banana pudding
Nigga this that Charlie Clips grandmama cooking
I take the base, you take the bait you a fish
This battle should have been on the Food Channel, I bought a whole network for this dish
Expert with the hit ill give it to you anywhere
You out of your hemisphere to think me and him is fair
I’m a beast with real shit, i don’t care how the shuffle the cards niggas
Taking out a joker ain't nothing to deal wit
Where your skills went, where that Mook that was out in Michigan
Nigga you ain't clocked in till your watch went to Switzerland
You a waste of my mother fucking time nigga and you cutting into your mothers fucking time nigga
[Murda Mook: Round 2]
Hey some guy said Lux was an umpire. I said what the fuck you talking about
He said nigga that mean he call you out
Immediately my hands shake, i started spilling drinks dropping the damn plates
NowI know what y’all think, y’all think Murda scared straight
But fuck now I’m a bus boy nigga, that mean I can’t wait
I put this legend on the map to help you understand his landscape
You damn straight I put y’all bitches on Smack I'm Genie Lamp Ray
You went from low to medium to high even got Buddens on your fan base
Now you gotta die, its like getting tricked by a tranny Lux its a man-date
I can’t take smart remarks I let you know that from start
You could die from the slightest murmur cause we whole like the heart
But let me show you that dezzy blow, it turn your chest all Reggie Noble
Vest is on you let it hold you, let it go I let it fold you
Whoever told you my last five W’s won’t contend
Done fucked up the what, why and where cause you ain't leaving here with a when (win)
So how we playing cause i ethernet (Ether), each time i rhyme online I’m Nas to fans
And if you scream you wanna block my stream, well ill be damned
Well damn it almost escaped my sights
The word around Harlem he joined the Nation of Radical Isrealites
And you study under Brother Polite and you supposed to promote the struggle, the fight
But something ain't right , like
In your raps you be pumping all this black power shit
But every other word is nigga coming out your lips
Now how is this common sense, thats preposterous
You are more hippo-critical than a dying hippopotamus
So your logic is you gonna side against everything you believe in
You on your knees sucking dick trying to follow niggas who leading
What you told Hollow was slick, but heres the message I’m leaving
A nigga thats crawling, can’t never criticize a nigga thats leaning
You fake ass five per center go find those niggas and ride the bench
Cause right now I’m feeling real cozy with the other ninety five percent
If you ever had a conversation with this guy
He reminds you of them fake enlightened niggas that trying to vent
Like as a black brother we can’t follow the white mans motto
No, we can not wallow in our sorrow we must cut through it like Zorro
We must hold our heads high, cause we come from the essence of the Apollo
You look at him like huh? he lean over like..
What I’m really trying to say is you got five dollars I can borrow?
And i see joining that nation affected the way you write
Cause as of lately a lot of your bars is real light
See we both got panthers, but the difference is mines ain't bring no blocks
It’s heavy artillery Winchester’s with the bolt locks, no props
I’m talking with this 40/40 scope, I can hit you, through your project window, from a boat dock
You see the fans, they know you as Loaded, but I know Pop
And Pop ain't cared about lost niggas, but now irony is crazy
Cause ever since you turn Loaded you worrying bout everybody’s safety
Around eight days ago his story came back, he had some fire in the works
So for U-S to remain independent was my declaration
Let me schooled him, now ain't even an associate, don’t you see that P in HD
Theres more than a couple degrees of separation
And y’all don’t even notice it
So let me put it in black white so y’all can listen to my definition of segregation
If I’m in a brothers hood a dark alley what Im placed in
I’m patient I’m trying to skin heads but if they got quick legs I’m airing their shins
No racist, its basic, keep that thing on tuck
He thought it was coup when a nigga threw that K on Lux
And if your Klan behind you, they all get white sheets then
This Doctor King, so I gotta give you that piece then
You buck, i buck back. ain't it odd we even?
Imma trade so much, Imma get charged for treason
Hey see men (semen), I came to murder everything breathing
Everybody got to leave, I’ll leave a hole the size of a fucking bagel in Poppy’s seed
Don’t let your eyes deceive, all of those sketchy looks
Gonna get this hawk stuck in your head, it got a catchy hook
Poppy be very shook when you press him with the weapons
He be like, hey beloved what did i do can we talk about this for second
Wait let me get it together, can i at least apologize for my discretion
God damn it, somebody out here give me some direction
Why it seem like every time some niggas in jeopardy their answer become a question
Well since we playing that game Alex, give me “Not A Man Of His Words” for a hundred thousand
Wowzers, I’m about to get some daily double bonus bucks
This person ain't’t verbally agree to the contract after they wrote it up
He does the Total Slaughter show, everything gets broken up
Come back crying ,he needs more money or he going to hold it up, a back stabbing…
No need to finish that Alex, Who is Loaded Lux
[Loadex Lux: Round 3]
Mook i see leading up to this moment you been waiting it strengthens your motivation
Maybe thats cause your punk ass congregation been faking their conversation, but they thinking
You see any food for thought you contemplate,I know they got stake in
But tell your sauce, Im A-1 graded we cater, at the table you had a bed up and a setup
You know I’m going to go up in here and get this cheese and I’m good
But you bout get shredded going through someone greater, he'll get that later
But waiter he don’t know the order of language is ancient
I’m like Michelangelo casing the ceiling of the Sintine Chapel, battles are paintings
Nigga you another hanging in my art museum and I’m pulling this cord, nation off
Mook lost in transation
How a nigga that nice can sound this disrespectful when he’s explaining
But the thang is, Mook I can care less how you take it
Nigga this is breaking news, but fuck it, face it, it’ll make you famous, nigga I’m dangerous
This new Lux vs Mook is that gangster flick thats your favorite
You know the one Bus, where in the end the good die never get away in
Y’all seen it before I don’t know why your homie is praying
Aw man this nigga Ricky running thru the alley, Carlito for the train
Those niggas got hope for you, but they know you ain't going to make it nigga
You know Mook I take it this stringing you got along, got moms kids on the ropes
Em gave you the world, then let Mars enter the scope
I’m God given when Lux in the art wisdom is woke
Bars fillers and jokes you hard liquor and dope with the star shipping approach
You not ready, I do what my arch nemesis won’t
For those of you partaking in votes that he’ll whoop me
I’m no killjoy, its all whoopi, thats why y’all dread he’ll be talking to ghosts, nigga
It was close they boast Mook, shit, both us writers with you on Twitter the most
Notes I’ve written and wrote, was condolences and a cards sent to your folks
And i quote, we apologize for my guys momma, we going give back his coat
We know its summertime but we ain't never see John this in the cold
You’ve been chose for a leadership role, thats for show
But even in real life you ain't even in control
The dots all over the place, how you guys in conjunction
Rex just battled Daylyt , you bumping heads with niggas you bump your guns with
These niggas in my circumference find someone to fine tune this summer or something
Get this shit adjusted cause the the game on the line, a time out will do you justice Mook
See you needed me to chop it up, not about to battle with props coming with Lux
Teal life issues, y’all got a lot to discuss
I believe that y’all bull should real like Fonsworth Bentley in the same outfit as Puff
This is not a good look for us
Opening scene, you walk in drop the projector screen
As they go to project to correct everything they done seen
Mook this is the first real rap you put together without a scheme
Come on, this shit supposed to be easy, we are men, not attention whores
I don’t care win lose or draw, daylyt you should never be on stage in your drawers
Dawg this is not a good look for us. Rex you gotta stop acting like your arm pushing up on niggas
Thats like a real T-Rex with arms doing pushups on niggas, then Rex fire back
In all things being fiction Solomon didn’t know what big foot’s dick smells like
But in your personal e-cigarette commercial the whole world saw you knew what Big Foots foot smelt like
This is not a good look for us, but its a good look for lux
I’m punching through these verses but hooking you along
Mook you didn’t catch it you missed, even with the repetition
All I’m really trying to do is show Mook how to make a song
Maybe then Ruff Ryders would have kept you as an artist
How you starving but they feeding you to the market
The Best Buy what i got in store in this department
Ain’t the first time I see a circle with a dot in it, thats a Target
Get departed, you fire hydrant try that tenacity you was at Cassidy’s neck with
You was going at his career we was like, yeah Mook, make him respect it
Then I never forget this. I remember the day of that young hot battle
You beating your chest while playing checkers
Cassidy pulled you aside the conversation was threatening
The next thing I know you two was doing a record , message
How you fake fight, you wresting, when keeping it real and selling your soul for what success is(successes)
I thought he was hooked, both of y’all was on it , but he connected on your dumbass
We thought you expected the unexpected
Mook I’m a legend and they loving that
You weak, I’m bringing shovels to a shoving match, thats deep
Did Lux really choke on stage? But we all saw Mook get chocked on stage
You’s a coward. battle rap used to be ours. I done towered
It’s no if, butts, Angie Martinez, , its the difference from being hot and having power
The matrix will test your patience for cold cracking
I will battle anyone on this card with the hands of Jesus
Don’t you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can’t reach it nigga
[Murda Mook: Round 3]
This my coat? Niggas robbed me? Stop lying
Y’all niggas stole it off the ground when I put it down to get it popping
Well since y’all got it here, for the last 10 years
I’ve been meaning to get some house keys out my pocket
First you impersonate a preacher, than a Black Panther slash part time Israelite
Now you come dressed up as LL Fool J tonight
See while he sent us on a goose chase trying to develop a large picture
The evidence is right here in our face, you really the lost nigga
I figure when you configured these figures i.e. Heuy P
It ain’t for entertainment, its cause your image tainted
And when you stand in the mirror
You don’t like who you see so you use these to hide whats inside
See this guy dissed guys(disguised) by wearing a disguise
His gimmick is to mimic intended to misguide us from really whats the business that your image is just lies
So I’m saying I came to rain on your plane, I can’t let that shit fly
See i don’t get it, how a nigga always pretending to be someone else
Gonna have the nerve to tell another nigga he gotta be himself
You don't remember “Baby you a star, they love you the way your are”
But thats perplexing cause we don’t even know the fuck who you are
I wonder who your son think you are, it most certainly not you
When you go to the hospital do you play John Q
Are you the doctor give the shot when your son got the flu
When you take him to school are you his bus driver too
I mean what guy are you? One minute you righteous
Next minute you schizophrenic he gonna render me lifeless
Sounds like you going through an identity crisis
How you gonna throw shade on Daylyt bout using gimmicks with all these gimmicks you got
I remember it wasn’t bout the signs, the vines, the pickets and the props
It was about your lines, your rhymes and if the shit you spit was hot
All of this dressing up like different people that ain't from niggas from the block
The only time we in disguise when we fin to get the drop
If your house made of glass, you shouldn’t throw stones, slime
He judging others but he living with faults the whole time
Well my house paid off, i don’t owe near no dime
Which means i don’t rent my floors , i own mine
But lets take your laundry and throw it on the clothes line
I heard your baby mom just came home from doing a little time
You wasn’t selling no CD’s so you ass had to play the pine
While Suge out there busting checks to put food on your plate to dine
She didn’t just wear the pants for her, she worse the pants for two, faggot
That means she was more that a man than you
You running around filming battles with a camera crew
She in the bank, trying to stay out the camera view
So now I know why you address niggas as lions when you meet
Cause you the main (mane) nigga sending your queen in the jungle to bring back food for y’all to eat
Oh that don’t hurt your pride king?
You couldn't send Suge no commissary or a scribe king?
Yyou gotta me fucking kidding me
Well since Poppy’s so accustomed to switching identities
I won’t be wrong when I turn John L. Lux into John F Kennedy
You think you running through John Wall you must know some sortof Wizardry
My team foul, hit him six times, that will put us in the penalty
With Cal you made a movie, Hollow played a part too
It’s only right you deal with Murda now, Im wrapping up the trilogy
Poppy be talking fly, oh Poppy be talking reckless
Poppy must be high, no, Poppy must got a death wish
Poppy on the sunny side Poppy going to get his egg split
Stomach shot will let us know what Poppy had for breakfast
Lux you must be a Gemini, cause you look at niggas with a friendly eye
But in the back of your mind you wish he die
See this is why niggas can’t trust you
Because he makes sneak diss records bout rappers he claims he look up to
But he never released it, he thought he kept it a secret
Look at his face, you see this? Jesus, why your expression foul
I feel like , you feeling like, what I said was down low, like yo, like that was wild
But we ain't gonna hold this up, cause my niggas you know whats up, we kept the file
Can I address the crowd? (plays Lux’s Busta Rhymes Diss)
Look at me King!!
Now Im not mad at the fact you dissed Busta and Meek
I’m mad at the fact you wasn’t G and tried to keep it discrete
What you think it wouldn’t leak, you was on dust when you was taping it?
Mook did wrong for putting up the song. Well shit.. he was wrong for making it!
