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My style is sick, like kids brutally beat in MJacksons basement/
Plus my punchlines hit hard enough to give fat ppl facelifts/ I attack wit land mines that stick to ya chest/ Livin off the flesh in my teath like it was floride and Crest/ Lyrical biblical sinical, antispiritual rituals that be rippin thru like acidouse chemicals, multiple tenticles that attack identical, while leavin residue, thats be leaving U needing somebody more than medical/ Dangerouse sylibles rithin U of anything sacred/ U was braught up by love, and crushed down by my hatred/ so many bullets wisslin got U thinkin nothins real like in da matrix/ My shit 'll make niggaz heads shrink like an ancient haition voodoo spell/ Know that the lord gave me talent, but im artistik as hell/ |
menecin' rhymez is what i am so what u doin comparin' to ya shit bitin stylez like you a shark but i got tranquilizerz, tha spit fluid im my mouth is sick more infamous than mobb deep that'z why i'm rare in this time of day so don't even push me around cauze i ain't ya momz or ya weightz you gettin fucked up like a women drinkin while she'z pregnant and i'm talkin bout yourz, 1 of tha apocalypse 4 horsemen and i'm here to end this not even a trillianaire could get what i possess in me i'm more skiller and iller than a chess team i don't need success to get to beat you down like i'm a cop ain't no chinese but these rhymez that xcape my breath could get ya paragraphz chopped |
nigga u dont want it cause i'll size out ya body and drop u in ya after life coffin
u goin up against blaq-ink thats gonna end ya life before it starts like women havin abortions no need to speak cause i can ead lips ........did under what i sid u stupid fuckin prick if u want it come to my door dont worry i'll be the only 1 to answer that cause once u start knockin and i greet ya u wont be alive 2 answer bac |
i know ur niggaz on here we'll b hatin but fucc it diz is my shit
1 2 da 2 dissin me on wax, when i cum 4 ya wit gun blazing wut da fucc u gonna do 3 2 da 4 when i meet bitches i always give dem their option of laying down, open their mouth wide or gettin down on all 4's on da flo 5 2 da 6 i only thangz i luv in diz world is fam, sex, smokin dro, drinkin, & stackin chips 7 2 da 8 neva test my nuts cuz 1st time u do dat'z ur death date & u'll die at a slow rate 9 2 da 10 i luv gettin diz money wit my peeps round da way, if i had anotha chance i'll do it again |
let me end this trend before it begins, a whole page of wack emcees/
what ever happened to nice cyphers you kids, in here it sounds like MTV/ you 'posed to spit about whatever, be clever, and let it rip/ so far all i see is feathers, no real weight, just riding dicks/ (beef and shit) mmm yea a clit, sorry i get real sexual when writing TEXT-U-ALL-s/(textual) things, thats right you bitch, all filler, no room for best u all/ my wordplay have you biting the curb-all-day/ got yall doin the gangsta lean, for when i spit you turn-my-way/ gettin tropical in this topical-freestylin type spit, dirty like denim jeans,but split when you sit/ im vicous wit-it, id lvoe to stay but im chillen-wit-chicks, you should understand the way im rhymmin this shit/ |
untouchable, even az a kid in a quiet alley with a priest couldn't bite me style if u waz a shark, invade ya rhymez and ya home at omaha beach i hunt down MCz like a deer and a sniper rifle waz born 2 annihilate half-steppaz cauze life iz just tha trifle tha rhymez u bring be az low-budget az a south park animation and they keep minez in museumz next 2 them acient swordz from early-age asianz got so many barz i made hershey factoriez go out of bussiness so don't even try cauze u'll melt faster than jay-z to nas dissez can't fuck with me cauze i rap rapperz til they sealed wrapped never 2 be opened again, u az fake az when a nervous person doez movie actz |
step da fucc bacc y'all & give me my space in diz bitch
just shut ur fuccin mouth & listen as a nigga kicks it i was born in a raggedy ass run down apartment building now dat i'm 22 i got 3 different children by 3 different bitches i was tricked 2 have kids by dez 3 sluts i didn't realize dey had poke holes in my rubbers b4 i got up in dey guts i was neva told til da kids were in their stomachs dat i have got dem pregnant but now dat i think bout it i really am starting 2 regret it |
I LYRICALLY ATTACK MC'Z AND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL/ RHYME LIKE I GOT DEMONZ ON MY MIND, MY MURDEROUS LINEZ SHOULD BE LOCKED IN A CELL/ WHEN I SPIT, THA FLUID BE BLACK CAUZE IT'Z MADE OF VENOM/ DON'T MIND IF I'M CALL A CIVIL WAR VETERAN/ CAUZE THESE WORDZ THAT XCAPE MY BREATH BOMBZ OUT LIKE A CANNON/ A NEW YORK STATE OF MIND, BRING DRAMA THRU PARAGRAPHZ CAUZE LIFE FOR US IS SO TRIFE/ THEN SHARE IT WITH THA WORLD IN WORDZ IN CORRECTIVE TONGUE LIKE IF I'M TRYNA SNIPE/ COMIN FROM QUEENZ AND REPPIN 718 ALL THA WAY, MAYBE THAT'Z WHY PEOPLE DON'T FRONT/ HUNT RIVAL MC'Z LIKE A COP WITH A FLASHLIGHT, FUCK YA TOWN CAUZE IT'Z AREA CODE GOEZ 321/ I'M A DISCIPLE OF METAPHORZ AZ U CAN SEE IT'Z MY SIGNATURE AND WHEN I GET TO BATTLIN IT'Z GOTTA BE AGAINST A VETERAN, CAUZE ROOKIEZ IZ IMATURE/ EITHER WAY, WHEN I FINISH'EM OUT THEN I'LL EAT'EM CAUZE THEY MY WHEATIEZ/ CAUZE I'M ENERGIZED WHEN I'M DONE,TYPICAL AZ WHEN I CHAT WITH A SEXXY GURL AND CALLIN ME SWEETIE/ WHO THA FUCK WANT ME IN THERE CREW?, SEREAL KILLA OF ANYONE'Z VOCABULARY SKILL CAUZE I'M SO DISCIPLE/ SMOKE SECOND-HANDED FROM A PRE-SCHOOL DROPOUT/ STILL MY BRAIN REACTZ WELL CAUZE YOU CAN SEE IT MY RHYMEZ, YO/ I MUSCLE UP MY WORDZ BY READIN SUM BOOKZ DAILY/ THEN TURN OUT GREAT LIKE TONY THA TIGER, OR AS MUCH AS MILK BOTTLEZ TO BABIEZ/ CALL ME A RAP LORD CAUZE I'M WORSHIPPED LIKE GOD AND JESUS/ AND YA STYLE IZ FAKE AND LIE ABOUT IT, WITH A BIG NOSE BIGGER THAN MY PENIS/ |
so sick like i had time 2 practice in a Slightfull ditch....
Flow so crazy like i was related 2 a suicidal bitch....... u want a Car i can hook u up wit a Herse..... if words cud kill i'd murda a couple MCS a Verse... shit dont get worse...like i robbed ya perse.... rippin emcees is like sprite..it always quench ma thirst... leave rows on ya head like u was Lotto...*8 mile* call me thirst...now 'SHow em my motto'.... MAGIC will happen when u hear me rapp.... when i battle they turn 2 cowards...HOLD DAT!...... iight im out jus a 8 minute keystyle na mean ~1~ |
I'd slap a bitch twice, not to be mean but I mean
Is being a rapper just one of my crazy dreams Or is it gonna turn out to be more than it seems Some of my rhymes might have no themes Any way, jus had to say it, back to my ice cream EDIT: Font |
Alwayz With Tha Hottest Flowz And Meanest Blowz
i'm hungry for MCz cauze i see ya barz az chocalatez lookz like i ate samplez cauze half ya rhymez already melted i never hesitate when i wryte down minez in my book plan that shit in my head like a local bank to a pro crook i kill vocabulary so you'll need more than 26 letterz my linez be stylish with xpensive thoughtz while you got on ya grandma'z sweater just like that pink gun cauze my wordz be glistenin and yourz be like a toilet cauze it makez me wanna piss in it i bring darkness to my meaninz like in a cave and my blowz ring you like bellz like it waz christmas day i got tha illest versez that you see in this site and i drop deep so i'll chokehold ya rhymez and grip it like i waz holdin a mic |
ive had enough of cats sayin they tough
its a bluff they a tough as blue sky smirnoff makin cats retiren while im admiren their perspiren im firen multiple gats dropin cats upboostin my stats this rhyme overlaps other raps so they collapse and fall with tears in front of they peers im drinkin hin cheers |
i drop flows,hotta than cold toes touchin hot coals
i spit punches quicker than rebounding car dampers ova pot holes |
Listen, I'm a good dude wit bad choices, but even I yearn to be great/ hate teachers, so I don't need school I'll learn from mistakes/ on the street my homeboys call me Lorenzo Tate/ cause you'd have to be a movie the way my rims rotate/ I spit sick all day like cancer patients/ if I wasn't appetizing the whole game would be tasteless/ but I ain't got no label yet, I'm just a free agent/ so don't nobody get jealous cause I bust at all ages/ no racism here, I react to every gender, each religion and all races/ I'm the most looked at thing since playboy had naked women in their pages/ I live my life without question/ you could lock me up for two years, just to teach me a lesson/but my lawyer so good, I just stand at the gate for bout three seconds/ and I won't settle for anything less than that/ cause cops will get lost in ya money, like a casino map/ and if you see me on the street spittin, you'd be like I didn't know Al Pacino rapped.
Krispez Off the dome every minute of my life. I stay hot, yo holla at me if you wanna spit somethin. :spit: krispez16@yahoo.com [IMG]gunhead[/IMG] |
yo, my bars be like AIDS so you better not get close cauze you'll get infected then die so fuck bein' a ghost i'm leatherface cauze i slaughter any kind of MC take out ya face's skin for my dick but nah cauze then bitches will flee lyrically i'm so strong and you ain't got nothin on me you couldn't give a thought of threat if you was in tha al queda army yea i'm ill, plus put tha word matic in there scar ya whole face up like it came from tha claws of a bear these rhymes strike hard like a sniper so strap on a bulletproof vest if you was on my face then i'll swing cauze like motrin it releases stress i'll grab tha mic device and watch christ listen make jesus turn around and say "pops, this nigga flipped it" ill rhymes are to me as bitches is to macks so stylish it's like i'm dressed to impress for gurls wit my hair combed back rape ya verse and leave it bruised so you be writin in purple rap so illegal you woudn't give a fuck about an immigrant or a gay and lesbian couple i'm always comin up with one of tha best techniques whenever you feel like beefin' you'll end up like a little boy bein' raped by a priest and i bet this verse was gettin you beggin' for more hollerin' from ya knees and if you want sum more then IM me and say "please?" |
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