Back to the previous page  Artist: Children of the Corn (Killa
Cam, Murder Mase, Bloodshed) Album:  Collectors Edition Song:
The Corn (Get Wit It) Typed by:  Yeah, yeah Bloodshed My nigga
Mase Murder, the deal Big L, Killa Cam Let 'em know where you
been Killa  I went to Texas people, caught wreck with people Who
had injection infected needles, some terrorist people Baby burst
the desert eagles, killa slices Cold as the icisis, one of the
trifest Hypest to shiestest y'all run like mices in a crisis
Y'all never hear nobody did me in I be in Lebanon with Libyans,
now it's just Caribbean I blow fucking tally on, cause I got
money pals on tours Selling big thousand on crack, smack and
Tylenol All I got's the crack option, 031's what I wrap boxing
In '89 when I was slap boxing, now I box on padlocking And gat
cocking and gat poppin', doing drive bys out the black drops I
ain't little but vicious, guns no misses You feel me, kisses or
wishes, before I break you up like dishes Fuck your bosses, my
forces, it tosse