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ou Gettin Bruised....Im Amused Whaz-Up Wit My Ill Flow??
Cuz AS I Cruise Through U Dudes... Ya Legs As Rubbery As Dildos.... I AInt Got Time Ta Key it Up... An Rehearse My Verse Fam So I Gotta Grind an Free It uP N Leave U In A Hearse Man... Disperse Lyrics Autimatically... More Then A Machine Gun So If yall Harrassin Me....... Ya organs Are On The Street Son.... Im Literary...Its Sick N Scary....Rip Out ya Lungs So ASkin For Help Like Pictionary Ill Linch The Wary...Spits May Vary....Loses Are Close To Non...Shits Rarely... |
I don;t know why I waste my time posting on this site
The weak feedback they give in this bitch's not gon turn me nice. I outta log off my account and close this shit and never return In life I got chicks to bag,nerds to jump,and birds to accern I wanna kil my nosy ass aunt sho thinks she so hot She looks like shit,she fuckin ugly,hot's wat she not. My fuckin cousin a lesbian peice a shit that I saw kissin my brother But the one peron in this fuckin world I hate is that girl callled my mother. |
Ayo..
everybody knows who i am.. its the one & only Skriptz fuckin prick dont throw punches @ me.. that aren't going to hit i dont play no games.. when it comes to the rapgame be in the hall of fame.. while ur in the hall of shame ya'll niggaz better get back.. you aint defeatin me cuz u really cant beat me.. cuz ya'll are just wack |
yo ho
I bash through, then slash wounds, ur comin at you I start leakin in your cut when its deepened The result of the torture is a nigga not speakin F'in with me is an offence punishable by death I'm all about money bitches and respect |
I miss my family in the worst way every day its all work and no play for little pay and I pray even though the skys look gray we'll look to find a better way |
i advance from beneath, got you stuck still like i put a trance on ya feet//
expand outward wit no luck like im stranded at sea, wailing in trantrum defeat// standard relief is farther away then a pack of banshees that speak// while i stay enchanted and weak, i stand up and scream as my insanity peaks// |
i lyicley dump on your flows can handle my blows squeeze the trigger there goes your toes
.....everyone stand up when you hear theses flows There is a 6 line minimum. Follow the rules. -The R. |
militious i spit malcolm x scriptures blended w/ tales of supa-nigga
Like Krs-One, Wealth place yourself with political figures in pictures Black ppl unite with bats chains guns knives and political pride & ties My rhymes carry black vibe like the magazine with every rhyme i provide True emcee turn the mood from club to revolutions with snubs and berets Through pen and page I display intricate details of today pitch'em like grenades |
malicious with this splendiferous swiftness
spits shit relentless... uncontended sick shit to rip kids... perforate'm ... got niggas quotin verbatum displayin' the skills but yet and still these bitches cry "I hate'm!!!" i mutilate'm and lay 'em to rest... I aim in the chest spray'em and jet... and leave you with my name in ya vest |
Ima Hard Hitta Wig Splitta Cold Nigga I Smoke Swishas-shoot Triggas An Im A Spoke Spinner-i Aint Got Time Fa The Studio Gangstas But If You Meet Me In The Booth I'l L Studio Shank Ya- Call That Kutcher Nigga Up He'll Studio Prank Ya-an Then I'll Shake Ya Hand Call It A Studio Thank Ya-
There is a 6 line minimum. Follow the rules. -The R. |
im so dope i love it
im so dope i thug it im so dope i hug it im so dope i bug it im so dope i chug it and you arent dope so fug it You didnt break any rules..so i just wanted to say hi :thumbup: Y's |
ok tha p.a.d is in tha bulidin yes i am time for niggaz to start hatin agian
i do this in sleep send out orders im the chef hold up... Soilders stand up and fall in cock the double barrles and handguns to cuz we lettin off everything when i walk in the room hittin watevas movin from the fish to the dog infared beam that can see tho walls holla at me |
Word-smith eager to versus lyrical foes with battle verses
Words sick I rap pages with syllables on injured reserve list Murderous G U-NOT Game Got it? Nope I think not HIP Hop I camel clutch that screaming still "whut dah blood clot" Negros pump rock still working on a jump shot On the Ave I shine with a light post sitting on a mail box Ready for one time or foes to serve out a gunshot Adidas on writing songs of ghetto kids dying on my block |
I rip cats quick like if does a bitch when a kid she has
Put wholes in them so they can say they came half ass I stay and play my position like a goalie does in the fuckin net The position is me winning giving the L to those who I havent met So listen quick, say this isn't it, what i say is true everytime I do spit So I don't even try half the time when i spit i give only 10 percent Symbol bringing a meaning in life for those who don't have none Like losing isnt bad but i have none consider the many I have won |
yo my rhymes are flawless they're lyrically just to perfection
they always turn heads faster than ur ass can get a erection and i'm new but yes i'm taking over now step down & watch these first four lines are just simple now i'll step it up a knotch i'm new on dis shit and i'll probably become the most hated but oh well all ya'll other nigga's are just way too overated so step off bitch nigga's a newb is comin to take over dis shit i'm runnin dis shit now and if u don't like it don't bitch just quit |
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