Tekster:
Iron Boots Don T Come Back

stime? Can't hand, don't bother, that's just fine, talk big, talk lie I don't give a shit, dont proving you wrong, I'm over it, don't come back, you

can't be a Super Mane My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game I'm back at the halftime like

't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms In my city they don't pop they collar

fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not That hot like a fat rock

ironed them down You couldn't tell that they hadn't come from town A sharecropper family across the road didn't have it as good as us They didn't even

My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis Your man don't snooze, insomniac This the W, the Clan don't

niggas that's mind damaged Out here paper chasin' With that iron I'ma roll wit em Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga They got a place

can tell me whats wrong with this picture Don't think you can put out what ever you want And I ain't gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha I'mma

cut your hair off... . --------------- A letter from Don Powell Most of your lyrics are on the money - I merely cleared up a few that you apparently couldn't distinguish from the record. I backed