these hoes suck my shit off like it's meant to be, an mentally sever these fucks with depression penalties... i erect easily when it comes pleasin' these sex machines, cus dude...Beatin' me is either gay or just a dream!... . .. . B)
Life passes by I just wanna die Be like a bird and fly into the sky Everyday my life is tiking away Get away from this world cuz I dont wanna stay Get away from the pain with rhythem and rhyme With rap-ing and spraying just a bit at a time Because I have all this anger, held in my chest Causing my soul to be full with stress It seems like life is gods test With all the answer are hidden away in a locked up chest
ill bite your style just to make it fresher and when you complain i wont b afraid 2 deck ya muthafukin toys you cant touch this next tiime you try youll leave covered in piss ^_^ :huh:
one more time on the mic im a master complete unlyrical disaster yo bitch i hear ma homeboy bashed ya i stroll in to this place got a gun at ma waist blow your muthafukin brains all over the place then laugh in your face hahaha
That was you rhyming? I though some retard was readin' a menu Guess it's kids and and trauma victims, And you cats completin' the venue
youre talkin smack, you smokin crack?! Why you dissin on each other youre' rymes are whack, yall rap like Shack Now go home and fuck yo mothers
spray vandal? no, im random. scandalized and tangelized by the lies that devide the eyes, the look the rate of hate in the game. people doin it for the fame, were all the same. no setting the pace, judged by your color or face. we do it anyways, undeniable. set back cause your unreliable. defiance is the word that changes science. now be silent. you just gotta use it, but dont abuse it. choose the way to play, thats all i have to say. blah.. im white.. what can i say.... peace.
ok somethin litte you slob on my whut? its ok? if you bust a nut on that shortay im gona have to cut you like a porkay pig fuck this stab you in the gut i want a cig. "from the spliff that i lift inhale..it aint hard to tell" isa ouuuuuuuuuuuuuut
ha bump! i cant believe this shit slipped to page 4// We are runnin of rhymes so we need some more// and yes i know these are obvious rhymes but these are obvious rhymes for some obvious times// Toys makin threads 6 times on this site// Toy suckas always runnin lies on this site// They cant get there own style so they start to bite// Omg MaN I wAs PaIntInG Wit My BoIS// You never got chased cops dont chase toys// Bitch if u got burned you shouldnt of the been there in first place// Get up with some toy shit and u get smacked in the face// And nobody cares bout that mark eckos joint// Ok so it good but 50 threads i really dont see the point// But it aint all bad there is the one who paint freights// Smack toys,run things and jump over gates// Go out at 2 o'clock and sneak into the yard// Get yo shit done quick dont draw the death card// Be quick or be dead thats the life we living// All the true writers on here nuff love we givin// We finish off 400's so quick they be shakin// My throw-ups in london got San Francisco quakin// Acting like your legend but your just toy// Acting like your a bomber but your a paperboy// Us bombers only do throws and tags// but we dont represent the mutherfukin tag-fags// Bombers put up with the fear and the violence// Artists go solo do big shit in silence// We be climbing phone lines and 12 at night// Artists kill walls but they dont have to fight// I see your tag in my lay-up and i get stressed out// I cross out all your crews shit and start a brand bew bout// I'll destroy all your pieces and handstyle through your turf// i'll be happy and you'll be blue like a fuckin smurf// I'm hard like rock and your soft like Nerf(braap B) )// You dont own shit you aint a bomber or writer// you aint a fuckin artist your shit dont even get tighter// My bombs are like Jews they're tight// They r like glocks with fake toys in there sight// I'm sayin this shit cos im fuckin bored// At 2:40 in the mornin kickin the phone cord// Listenin to old rap battles from rainy days in school// My rhymes cuttin through niggas that though deys cool// OK IM GONNA STOP HERE IM FUCKIN MADE// I KEEP IT UP LIVE LIFE SWEET LIKE KOOL-AID// man i cant sleep
i'm no rapper but i like crackers and next time you jack her make sure you ask her what the hell she was thinking and if she's been drinking cuz you now have std's but not as much as steve he hangs with real G's who drink honey straight froom trees mufuka
Bitch, imma gonna fuck your cunt like how i smoke a blunt cuz i run thru these halls wit big ASS BALLS!!!
In spite the fact that you think you can rap I'll rest and kick back Take a little nap So when your done I'll give you a bitch slap
I hate all the fuckers that always be hating There losers at home assholes, masterbating One day, I'll beat the shit out of there face Make there body burn, like getting sprayed in the face with mace One hit in the eye, make them feel like they gone die Make them fucking fly, right into the sky Making them so fucked up, they'll think there high