heh, scetch three of all fuckin people ur a fuckin sequal, to all the bitches spittin fecal ur spittin equals, that of a bitch u dodgin hollow tips im spittin eagles flyin towards ya pathetic portion of brain, slayin ur frame like bugsy siegel sendin 2 to ur dome holmes, this isnt show and tell ur poems this is spit that dope shit at the jones meaning anyone resembling that of a fone tappin the wire, snatchin the fire and dispatchin pliers rippin off ur eyelids, peal back ur scalp like some gini tires ur arethmatic is weak wen u speak ur temperol lobe is underdevoloped, u leak only shrieks wen u speak but god cant hear ur screams actually he can, but the fact is, hes packin n clappin for my clan
alright this is life is nothing more than an ice pack something replaced to make up for what you lack through more cuts and bruises im predicted to lose when i die it wont even be recorded in the local news as unnoticiable as they come ignored at birth everyday i bring down my own self worth not by actions taken but by the way im mistaken that they dont give a fuck i forgot you were faking and if i can recall thats even what you told me you looked me square in the face and said it truthfully
u shud listen up close maybe turn up ur speaker if graff is an addiction u can call me a tweaker cuz its all i ever think, care or talk about if u wanna slice me trust me homie youll get socked out im sorry that i am the way i am but i cant change it 2 the rest of society im looked upon as the strangest but i use it 4 da fuel dat burns da fire of my mind cuz wen it cums 2 the graff it has to flow like my rhymes
homie i'll lyricaly murder you and if that dont work i'll physicaly kill u choke you till your face turns blue and then i'll stomp you out with out a doubt go to your crib and make your ma scream and shout and i'll let all these foos know what im about and now im out......peace................aint shit without war
Cause I wake to see my dreams are fading like memories Memories fade like the pain, nothing to gain See me but don't try to tell me how to live Because I already gave up, what more to give? People walking over my dreams, dreams that faded like memories Memories fade like the pain, thats why I smile at my enemies
ay homie. learn to walk before you run,you only sound humble. be ready to stumble and for ya brain to crumble. i can turn a sack into a bundle and you fumbled. i cant spit but i sure can mumble. you stressin cause this battle is my possesion. you keep spittin its gone turn into a confession step to my crib? please. beat you down to a vegitable to where your language is barely legiable. i want this like a pig wants to be federal. i won this add it to the several.
homemade bongs are my fix i love the milky hits wen takin some bong rips its wat keeps my mind on chill id rather smoke a bowl of weed than pop a poison pill for real ur killin ur brain wit all those chemicals keep it up n find urself right back in the clinical mentals all insane wen pourin thoughts down the drain pollutin ur body like 18 wheel audi barralin down the center lane corruptin the very dna needed to create a seed keep fuckin up and have a baby come out wit 80 teeth razor sharp and as big as a mountain peaks wit four legs, 4 arms, two wings and a beak squeek squeek the bird gets to chirpin the whole time im puffin l's, sittin back, jus smirkin laughin at u dudes that think ur tite cuz u pop a pill to get horny n look at lites haha ill do it one bigger n spark up a blunt laugh at u chumps, pull out the 9 and cash up in lumps its a stick-up, no body move next to make a peep goes flyin through this roof with the lead embedded in they booth meanin they speaker box, i guess i shoulda said tooth like ruth, outta the ball park, its a grand slam garbage man around the corner, armed heavy n ready to grab spam flying ham, nah not pigs, but that black market beef cuz the animal that spams made of comes from these streets
ok ........ im amazed, but not dazed whinch means i can still blaze I can still spit at you face son you a disgrace fuckin with me...ha dont you know im toxic waste deadly as can be, when it comes to a race please.....not to be fuck up, but know your place and now im out peace
fake people, fake people. talkin bout i'm about ta shake you. bull shit, youre just talkin it. your label is "full shit" as simple as chimps. your a simpleton, a nincompoop. act hard when you with your group. keep talkin, keep talkin. ante up rocks these keys, no stoppin. stick a bird with a bee. just tryin to see why the fuck people use a metaphor, like birds and the bees ???
Lol I did!!!! With the quickness thanks Niggy Poundin Hard Livin Large Cuttin wood makin it In carved... Shit I dont know. Just board lol. I use to be on this allot tho.
now ur crushin vertabray? homie u dont twist spines ill leave u inshrined in pine from just one of my rhymes
fags flirt with gays, that's an obvious, stop being repetitive, you don't want a part of this. (sparkin beef with sketch ) i just want a good battle.
My internet flows make vaginas wet like cyber sex I'm dope, like the main reason for poverty and child neglect At times I'm known for getting wild with my dialect Born in '89, I'm like a child of violence What's that old saying? Real killers move in silence? Fuck that, gun down your man, and tell you where I'm hiding My rhymes are like psychologists, I'm in the minds of clients And I'm dissecting the science of being sick like a virus Keep your eyes inside your eyelids, and keep your lips shut Only time I come off the dome is when I'm getting my dick sucked Can't argue with that, so if you with me, put your fist up It's infamous, I'm back killin tracks like, BITCH WHAT?! written 6 bars... bored on the job.
Im ready to go, if your ready to go, let me know 1,2,3 and then I start to flow, punch you mic in fist Coming at rappers like, 'my man you just on the list' You gotta go, you gotta go, so if you ready let me know I don't care bout the waste coming from your mind I don't care bout the bitches willing to listen to your rhyme Cuz I know thats what you make, what you make is bitch music You playing the game of life, fucking with me, you can lose it
fuckin putos..... man im so ticked off im wanna go to that puto's crib and rip his head off dissapointing me when it comes to that simple shit we were down as fuck but at last moment he says he aint feeling it ***** i'll tell you what im not feeling... your dumbass shit i wanna see he his face so i can fill it with my saliva, and spit run up on him, deck his shit and give him a fat lip fuck him up, ti'll his blood dont drip till that puto asleep.........
this mexican thinks he can start talkin shit now randomly got the balls for this. when where and how? usin puto three times thinking its doin him good ya keep talkin like youre straight out the hood. just like his culture, his flow needs a scrub. not his momma tho, i already gave her a rub. i aint even tryin on this rhyming biz cause this guy talks like hes a fuckin kid. if i get a reply imma split his fuckin wig, light my cig, blow a drag back into his face. not saying im an ace just saying i can rap better than this disgrace.