NEW BANNER:



HOW THAT SOUTSHIDE DICK UP IN YO MOTHERFUCKIN MOUTH, BITCH?

i ain't got nothin ft. mr. magic and lil boosie --
jamming on fucked up headphones, holding left earpiece up for a few
seconds then setting down once i figure out the next thing i need
to type, going deaf in right ear. plain banner formula, bringing
southern hottest together on snapping bic pens, insane cheap keyboard
leading circle of thundering trunks. banner spitting more hateful
and extreme than the real rappers on the track, mr. magic telling
stories about being cheap and bitches that get insulted when you
ask them to blow your crew, boosie outshining both at the suite
with two freaks, slappin em on they cheeks, hittin em from the
back off a david banner beat.

rep to the death --
"i ain't savin these hoes, leave the preachin to mase / i'm tryna dump
about four or five slugs in ya face / i ain't never had shit, give a
fuck bout a case." banner grimy and unconvincing, once again setting
up hard, outshining verses, various click members coming with guns
and guns and brains on dashboards. throw your sets chorus on regular
banner beat with crunching drums and whistling machines and campfire
singalong guitar strumming.

gangsta walk ft. three six mafia, 8ball and mjg, mr. marcus --
that line-up is something special, banner writing checks and letting
them rap without mentioning the significance of the track, everyone
coming with heat:

dj paul: we started gangsta walkin, nigga, not no mc hammer / this the
real dilly, get ya hyper than hype, no cut or no arm & hammer / slam
a hater to the floor, stomp a mudhole in that hoe / mean as hell on
that liquor, meaner than on that blow / so don't push me motherfucker
push me motherfucker push / i'm affiliated with more terrorists than
g. bush BITCH

juicy j: yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set /
where they rob for the gross and they divvy up the net.

8ball: straight from the mound, boys better not clown / i got 85 niggas
with me representin the town / young pimp, smoke weed, don't snort, might sip
/ fo-fivv with a bunch of hollowtips in the whip
mjg: I'M PIMP TIGHT M J G YOU CAN LOOK AT MY -- RESUME, NEVER BEEN
A TRICK, NEVER EVER PLAY