i'll shit on you cypher
 

i'll shit on you cypher

spit as much or as little as you want

i'll shit on you then wipe my ass
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death poems are mere delusion
death is death- samaurai poem

u wont be shittin on no one fo'trill/
pussy ass bitch u have no skill/
think before u write wack replies/
ur a cok munchin bastard in everyone's eyes/
u mentally un zip flies/
u hang at gay clubs tryin to pick up guys/
if there was a gay competition ud win first prize/
what more can i say?u best be goin away

hold up stop and wait
ur damn right i hang at gay clubs im tryin to find ur ass a date
C-O-K is that COCK or coke
ur whole styles a joke
and this remains true
sounds like you repossesd your verse from 1982

u admit to hanging outside a gay club/
while ur doin that im in a pub/
it's plain to see ur a raging homo/
go on tv and do ur promo/
faggots love being on tv like u/
ur so gay it shud be outlawed then i'd sue/
only asses i be touchin are that of a lady/
u be jackin off lookin at a poster of slim shady

i could wet paper you still couldn't rip me
i move swiftly
yeah you touch ladies ass...but there over 60
ur wack as hell and this is perceptual
get original with punches all yours revolve around a homosexual
doge my attack, move with speed yo
u see girls in thongs? more like mom in speedo

well done u made a rhmye/
cant belive my eyes think it was the first time/
my lyrics reflect the truth like a mirror/
they flow more swiftly than a swollen river/
come near me and a beating i will give ya/
ur attacks r so slow i its easy to avoid ur attemted blow/
welcome to the fgee show/
u could dissapear from this planet and no 1 wud know/
u wanna know why?course u do/
its cos a five year old has more dope lyrics than u

10 line and the last one was the only one that was remotely good

Respond? you got the nerve to
you battled my mom and she served you
cats say ur ill but that's followed by sike
do like mt. boots and take a hike
i can tell ur reponse will be gay like unborn dikes
all ur spits are babble and mubblin
i'm the sun...ur just an easy bake oven

ur lyrics are wack and half them dont rhyme/
u bein on this cypher is a crime/
im like everest hard to conquer/
u rip my name fgee but thats just a moniker/
u be speakin about ur mom when u aint got one/
but some crazy bitch was prepared to call u son/
cared for u since day one now ur on the run/
ur scared as shit cos im the one with the lyrical gun/
u gonna regret comin out the womb/
the way u rap ur headed straight for a tomb/
and this is what it'll say/
'fo'trill a bitches body here lay/
no one will visit to pay respect/
it'll fade and crumble with neglect

(what the fuck first ur talkin all this so called complex shit n then u take it back to the basics)

fgee the closest u'll eva get to bein a rapper is watchin one on tv,
man u gettin neglected rejected neva acceptic,
touch me and get evaporated cuse i'm like nitro glyserin mixed with anthrax,
i put semtex on every house hold item u own from yo telephone tv puter to yo fax,
machine i cut yo head off n leave the scene clean,
with no blood splatter u dont even matter,
i'm a leo lion king of the jungle,
how u gunna shit on me when all u can do is fumble.

ur just a child i'm grown dude
i got a mom ur just pissed off cuz yours dis owns u
i'll beat u w/ a mic until u bleed
my lines don't rhyme...then you can't read
killin you is what it's about
i fucked ur girl until a baby flyed her mouth
u ill, that's a con bitch
i'll piss on you till you look like yo got yellow gaundis
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i'm done w/ ur wack ass
come back when you got skill

trill sez he can rhyme but what the fuck kinda made up word is acceptic?/
far from wyclef ur not eccleftic/
think u been doing to much weed from the homegrown seed/
u should plead guilty to crimes to rap/
think before u dribble out more of that crap/
ur like a guard dog without a bite/
a breathing smelly piece of shite/
you're just jealous and u hate on anyone dont matter if they got a gun/
cos ur stupid and immature son/
and im tighter than a virgins cunt

ur wack, check bitch slap

i'm so dope i got u all constipated/
none of u be shittin on me ur all wasted/
dont try and outsmart me cos u'll end up pasted/
i dont care i ya'll think my lyrics ain't shit/
cos i know that they're better than what most ya'll spit/
rhymin and spinnin i got lots of wit/
dont push me or i'll make ya head split/
i'll bust ur hed open like a ripe mellon/
don't matter how much u be pleadin an yellin/
i take no prisoners but i got u all locked up/
u gonna need some WD40 to loosen u up/
i can take apart ur lyrics with ease/
it's like kobe when he shoots threes