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ive been walking all day now i gotta listen to your talk
your dildo skit was gay so-imma stuff you with my dirty sock i wont stop there I'll soil my underwear then put your nose up in it to get a wiff of the air aroma that hits the spot have your nose clot down right runny like fresh blood spilt on the block your rhymes is futile and sound kinda crummy youve been killed by a sock thats volitile now you looking like a dummy next weapon: pussy |
all I gotta do is,send a girl your way.
cause youll be blocked like a door way,unless your gay youll here what this whore say..then Ill come to glory But more or less,this whore will rest,leaving you dead takes off her pant's,your first time youve seen a mound instant death........without out a sound. blah. next weapon- a mic. |
let me show you the mind of a sharp weapon, unforgettable tools
pools of blood, ya skull cracked open, ya life snatched away from you dude you fools pleading fa mercey, right infront of the school 1 ax, 1 sledgehammer life is oh so cruel duel wit death i'm so hungry i'll eat you up like food and really it aint fa no reason, its just that im in tha mood. |
u didn't leave a weapon but i'll go wit da mic
i'll take a microphone from out of the booth/ & slap the dogshit out of encrypted with it 2/ lyrically against me ur like grass, & i'm the pool/ u get stepped on & mowed ova, while i wet people up all da time if dey not playin by the rules/ but back 2 da mic i'll take it'z cord b-low & strangled crypt wit it til he can't breathe/ & when i stop u'll have illusions that u got ur azz whipped by 10 of me/ can it b that on here i'm not lyrically touched by anybody/ if u wanna feel cold steel i can take out my gat & jammed ya wit it 1 shoot from my mini-shottie |
i guess i have to go with the mic too....
i aint even rhyme yet and the crowds shittin on you now im fuckin you up what the fuck you wan do you girls mad ya wasted ya last dough on that notebook hey throw, wave to the tsunami, ya about to get ya flow shook im jabbin in punchlines like a javelin, this guys babblin i toss down the mic in vic this bitch is not my size battlin it happened then down the steps that he was travelin he slipped on the mic, fell in the crowd, someone started bashin him now his whole shits R. I. P like we made his name an acronym the police came, it was a scene, but hell it was an accident next weapon is the worm from a tequila bottle |
Bang You Over The Head With A Bottle.
Then Have You Cold On The Ground Like A Fuckin Window Still Model. |
And the weapon is?
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fuck it, i'll choose one...shoe
im hittin my own crew mate over tha head wit a shoe... K got it so bad dat his brain hurts wheneva he chew... he gotta get medical attention from all da shit he went through... too bad my feet big, i clocked him wit a size 22... no hate M-K...NOK, dats whats up |
next...spit...4real |
Ok....monitor Is The Next Weapon......after Your Finished With Ya Verse Then You Name A New Weapon At The Bottom Of Ya Post....its Not That Hard To Do People!
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I'LL USE DOLLA BILL'S NAME TILL I CAN FIND A FUCKIN WEAPON ON MY PATH
MY NICKEL PLATE'D WILL HELP YA CHANGE YA MIND AS YOU SWALLOW STEEL YOUR WRAPS ARE CORNY, I GOT A SMALLER FEAL, SLIT YA THOUGHT WITH A DOLLAR BILL Weapon: GLASSES |
Quote:
He did it, bro.. Ain't nobody rippin' you open with no pliers I'm disguisin' pride cause you died by my saliva Don't try ta hide cause it sure as hell is not rainin That's just the sound of me, hawkin, steadyin, aimin Lettin' one fly, like ya a piece of open pavement The best part? My loogie put ya corpse in my basement Now someone can do monitor, just cause I wanna hear that |
Previous Weapon:Monitor
you'll see my text in 3d, with ya computer on-a-drawer keeps ya eyes on the screen as your beat with the monitor Next Weapon: Feather |
^^^da flow gotta be 6 lines and u gotta use tha weapon to kill tha person above u..."its not that hard ppl"...fuck it
im so strong, i'll rip holes in anti punk ass with a feather... dont care what tha fuckin cause is, no matter tha weather... stop tryin to correct somethin when u cant do no better... u know what im writtin wit, ol school, ink on a feather... repeated but so what dis is a cypher... anti and shit but a bird, im snatchin him up by his matter... lmao...no hate...next weapon is...rapverse.com...4real |
To all you punks direspected man this ones for the record hit ya hectic in the trenches bitch in you was easy injection infect ya with a virus thru rapverse.com feelin cursed when i disperse these hott bombs fluent in flows truest with most im doing these hoes newbes and olds truth to be told im solid like gold peace to you fools the next weapon is mold |
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