i'm gonna come and set fire to ya whole hood/

your style stiff like it's made outta wood, but not that hard, and not that good.

i spit venom in your eyes like tell a vision



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peace holla back

my lines,they'll draw a line between you and me/
on one side the illest,on the other, the wackest/

you could neve spit something hot if you were a fire breather,
go back to biting your flows by listening to lots of ether

u couldn't spit even if u had hyper sensative saliva glands//

wow what a punchline, thats all it really is.... a sentence with no rhymes, go RESEARCH some more and come back another time

read the tread dumbass

non readin fools fuckin up the game but like a blind man fuckin fat chicks they get fucked just the same

LOOK AT UR LINES, U JUST GETTIN MESS UP FROM A BABY-LINE
U AINT TEACH NO EMCEE HOW TO SPIT, BUT WHENI HIT UR SPINE
UR BACK AND LINES WOULD RE-A-LINE

TAKE UR GAY ASS BACK TO THE DUMPSTER
CUZ THIS GANGSTER
BE HITTIN UP HEADS OFF THEN WHO DOM'WHOSAIN

i didnt understand a word u said,its prolly cuz i "pounded" ur head//
from my point of vu, it weighs less than a fish head//

i bring heads, i chop them off; bones & tisue
lyi on the table, ur unable to funcation, when i rip u like 'tisue'//

u bring heat, its like i beat u down, in front of ur "crew-clown(s)"
u cant take me down or put me down//

i'll cut out ur vocal-cordz, blow ur fingers off; tendents & nevers
hang there, like i just leave ur punchlines dry on clothes line//

u emcee cant beat me, u stand there like goof
ur rhymes are wack, i sniff more crack-lines and they aint a spoof//

i pump ur heart; daggers & knives stick out of ur chest
float through ur veins,
its like im cuttin down the dead-vines,
i wear a s-on my chests, im the vet, i kill u with my vest
i leave emcees like u down, my words are more iller
then a helicoptor-copin ur body up, faster
the my rhymin words descrips as weapson//

I think u must be blind cuz the thread says only one punchline//
but if u want to waste ur time,go ahead and keep spiting ur unrhyming rhymes//

wtf man maybe ur blind u cant seee ur own punclines

wtf u talkina bout

these are all punch lines

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i bring heads, i chop them off; bones & tisue
lyi on the table, ur unable to funcation, when i rip u like 'tisue'//

u bring heat, its like i beat u down, in front of ur "crew-clown(s)"
u cant take me down or put me down//

i'll cut out ur vocal-cordz, blow ur fingers off; tendents & nevers
hang there, like i just leave ur punchlines dry on clothes line//

u emcee cant beat me, u stand there like goof
ur rhymes are wack, i sniff more crack-lines and they aint a spoof//

i pump ur heart; daggers & knives stick out of ur chest
float through ur veins,
its like im cuttin down the dead-vines,
i wear a s-on my chests, im the vet, i kill u with my vest
i leave emcees like u down, my words are more iller
then a helicoptor-copin ur body up, faster
the my rhymin words descrips as weapson//

calm down dawg im just spiting