im from tha S. O. U. T. H. side of C.A why they try to P. H? G. A 2 tha N. G. S. T. A so fuck them otha N. I. double G. A's h8 tha po pos and kill the D. A hang wit my cru blue strangs in my shoes im addicted 2 macken hos, tracks n flows crenshaw blvd. back in 04 L.A's finest L.A's behind us gangstas hoochies esses n honeys lo los still hoppin gangsta shit still droppin crenshaw still poppin gang signs throwin up bodies still showin up an oh yea.. time bomb still blowin up biatch L. A. C
I spark rhythm when I rhyme, Which is, most of the time I'll run around you in circles, And drop a beat on a dime. Ooooh! I'm bored
i do hella coke like it was still in style im a grimy sick fuck whos plain out vile i got no bounds and really no moral except for when your girls giving me oral i bomb this shit like the uni bomber to talk to me fool its a muthafuckin honer
fact: i'm mentally about to slice this man, n i can start or end beef just like a rifle can only frequent the nicest jams n im known to get stoned offa priceless cran damn. i think i bigged myself too much wouldnt even thinka touchin the type of sluts you touch plus ya crew sucks. i dont care whatchu threw up my attitude to fags like you is somethin like ku klux. jokin man. just been a couple days since i bin smokin, man i like you kid, so dont make me moodswing that stateofmind where i i either lose things or bruise things. lose my tempr, tie ya face to a tree with some shoe string so put your hands 'hind your head while i commence the loo-ting.
Your vocal chords can be used to, help you chose who, deserves to win (Yay!) and who deserves to lose too (Boo!), I fuse a few, or more styles to save monotony, the beat has gotton me, to use my voice box properly! never sloppily, the mic gets ripped apart like paper, toys get 3rd degree burns, so hot theres nuttin left but vapour! rape a silly bitch that tries to act all innocent and cry, coz every man knows that every woman's imminently sly! he he he, went abit west at the end? Freud! lol
man i will fuckin murder you...and that means im stoppin evil cause the last time i saw S'Damn, he was fucking bombing people cant hurt me, the fag'll be beggin for mercy when i scalder his dome but how can he throw in the towel, when its all the clothing he owns im a manchester lad whos frantic with raps, bruv dont be hating cause im hard wheras UBISOFT.......like the gaming corporation lazy fuck might maybe duck..flag for help cause dude is just wack talkin of flags,i got more lines on him than the union jack abusin this fag, straight up hurt ya til this fake fucks murdered rounding cattle is the first time this bate cunt was even heard of aint racist or nuthin but im takin this muffin, im the dark heartbreaker n' i could snap his legs off and he still wouldnt reach half my status OhMyDays
ey yo, I move passed your flawed style, you fraud, you get gored by the mic chord, leavin ya floored, my sword strikes! leavin the likes of you mangled, entangled up in summink that you cant handle! I masicre any amature mic handler, and make you get vexed quik like adam sandler! I'm like the ryhme angler tryin to reel in the rhythm, i feel your decision to reveal when you listen to the A.M.B.E.R.M.C. yes its mayhem, Daubs get charred and envy is the day when you'll get scarred and empty, all hollow! man, you cant spit you just swallow! and follow the croud you get allowed at every opportunity, I only roll with those who persue to be the better man with a better plan, gotta get a can of spraypaint, put up a fresh tag then vacate! he he he...
APER the nigga with furious anger Rip out ya guts with a coat hanger Killing these snakes slow, motha fuckers lay low My sound heard from the 5 boroughs to San Diego Bump this tread? D'$iduurr if you say so...
bump the thread so i can beat you up with my keyboard, ill slice you two times from tuesday, hang ya' with a cord/ never to be ignored, i kill walls cuz im bored// fresh colors, krylon an rusto, throw a throw just to show/ beatin 'em up with handstyles, ya'll aint shit just let it go eh
yo this thread is crazy with some niggaz that can get slazzy, wait hold up did i say slazzy? i meant straight up fuckin lazy never searchin for shit get up off ya seat and get some sence in ya head yeah goin off tamara to get my dontrell william dunks, gonna hit the mall and slap some fire out the fakes, only real boyz rock real shoes get back to the ghetto with ya fake ass shoes i dont do this much
Hey im feelin sick sick of you guys sick of yor lies sick of niggas talkin shit bout my size sick the man wit his suit and ties sick of u sayin one day ill serve you fries sick of you talkin bout ur fake drug buys ill be happy when ur lameass dies
how can u use the word lameness,get a dictonery ,thats shamless,or a thesuruas cus ur iliteret rap bores us,naa man im jesting,im just testin ,the caibar of ur vo-cabulary,cus its scarey to think ,how intrecet and ilicet mine is wen urs is generic, my first try at rapiin
time to jack a flow from myself just to get off call on the spirits of death to pull yo head off do as thou wilt is the mantra that i speak on ill leave you under 2 inches of dirt like a puerto rican that huffs freon i knew a kid named Leon that wanted to be a spaniard got his ass beat on when he used to say a bad word daddy was a drunk and mommy turned them tricks i slaughtered my grandmother cuz she was a strubborn old bitch said i wasnt shit but i knew she was wrong turned out she was right so now im vegged out playin pong with one hand on my dong the other on an atari stick my psychologist says im sick red and blue lights got me shittin a brick cuz im sittin on a grip stickin in a clip like tony montana jew wanna go to war? im backwoods like alabama