yo check it chea....

i spit more lyrics den ur average mc on da tv//
my rhymes stick in a person's head a lot longa den a bitch's weave//
i speak nuffin but da truth wheneva i get behind da mic//
i spit dat geto gospel like Pac 2 give my hood people a betta insight on life//

everythign visible has a certain amount of life
but I still dotn know,why this hurting amounts to strife
I strive to see,One bit of privacy for the guys who be
Convicted of un-mentionable crimes,they publisised in paper's
judged and put up against,other guys caper's
crimes=retaliation to early lifes treatment......

blah.

Just give me a chance and i'll show you i'm worthy
So what i don't play sports but i own a few jerseys
Rhymes are hurting, burning, i got more wins to pocket
Eyes poppin out sockets, heart beats goin sky rocket
I don't jock shit, the mic i rock it leave it open to sew it
Have you so speechless that you look like a deranged poet
Ya mouth drops it's difficult to close it, the crowd screams
So now i'm just sayin fuck the world and everyone who doubts me

pimpin....
the game aint as hard as this game i been playin
two girls on the brain, dont know which ones stayin
dont like either, so im thinkin bout goin by looks
or keep both, see if they'll stay on the hook
they like the perfect picture but neither needs me
just thinkin of this shit...shows that pimpin aint easy
met one girl a year ago, the other only a week
time is of the essence, but both of 'em love to freak
so i figure i feed their urge with out leavin 'em clowned
i know girls got feelings, but theres enough for me to go around
both of 'em love talkin, both love takin up my time
when i all love is pussy, and writin these here rhymes
...not to mention that round ball sport
these bitches be full court pressin, im goin at half court
im on tv with only ten points... im thinkin what the fuck
i should be back to twenty, even with my bad luck(knee injury)
im thinkin are these bitches just a waste of time
im might have to pass up a dime, so i can pass up a dime
what you think? what would you do? what would you pick?
....cuz all im left with, is question about this here pimp shit

fuck it, im here, everybody get down, on the ground, right now
before i unleash a massacre with my sacred body/snow plow
nightmare, never leaving, like an annoying little heathan
my raps are so influential its like im fucking preaching
me leaving? I stay stuck to you like a sucking leach and,
Cant wait, till 2:20 friday, for the fucking weekend,
Like a kickboxing fight, when peeps see me they start kneeing
but im still, quick to kill, and leave each one of you bleeding

spitting quickness, with hotness, putting you in full of stitches.
never underestimate my toungue twisting flow'z slavia is poisinus
with this freestyle, souls' i'm destroying it, you wont resurrect it
your style is pathetic, while my style got knowledge of auth3ntiq
doing damange dangeriously your mind wont rearrange thyee


done

Oh shit it's vP... somebody quick call the EMT it's a heethen...
Stabbin' kids in the neck witta seringe... binge drinking & life reapin'...
They call me Beleive it or not... so you MCs best be believin'...
I ain't even tryin' to be eatin' Mcs... but I do and I'm allergic so VP be sneezin'...
I'm not trying to be good... Suck my wood... And there'll be skeetin'...
I got a twenty aught six... you got twenty cocked bitches... I'll kill u while u sleepin'...
I'm still around... and I got my gun... be afraid I'm creepin'...
Fuck a bomb... I'll fuck ya bomb... slap her across the face punch her and leave her heavin'...

o shit vp is back....................

damn skippitty... check

Shaitza i'm so big now I'm a monsta...
ready to take on the world wit the TC rosta...
Oodles of noodles y'all got it twisted like pasta...
Adoptin' my randoms as anthems it'll cost ya...
Dules told the jus* the schools gon' get baked...
And my life still revolves around sex sex comma get laid...
I'm just in range to hush your saiyns....
To crush ya brains and slush ya veins...

lol...
*jus- what we call a group at our school... stands for Jusitified something... ask Zig Zag.

vp what you saying? all you spitting gibberish
what how i ripp this, put your mind in forgetness
kid cant handle this, mother fuckah this the drastic
kid i taught you this, told you before your rhymes is plastic
now you in TC how? your skillz is lower than a grave 6-ft deep
nigga you cant compete with me, my punches will put you into sleep
the drasticmeasurez, is back, to gain revenge. To split spines
I cant get tangle in your punches, its like i'm made of dope, you cant smell me, like a k-9





blah what~!

stop the nonsense, get a hold of your conscience,
before your run out of ryhmes, and writer block hits,
notepad as a base, and my pen is my rocket,
always ready to get it moving, so i can launch it,
glock, i cock it, dont rep rap, if your listening to rock kid,
hurry, drop a line, stop rushing, digging through your pockets,
haha, the rap game is a safe, and its safe to say i locked it,
and i got so much fucking bass i leave your ear drums throbbing!

Lord... Drastic is gay... maybe you should make him sing R&B...
Authentiq? You can suck my dick... trick... cuz you Know VP's the king...
When I told you breathe... you screamed for me giving me the crown...
And we all know that you were one of my hoes that went to vote each round...
I don't gotta rap to keep me at the top of RV... Take that you cock swab...
6 feet underground? Is that where you wanna sleep... take it from me rock rob...
Yeah...
Rock his sound when you drive around... Call me shooter mcNabb... wut u gon' do scooter?
On top of thing... poppin' things... you like ass... I'll pass... and fuck your bitch in the cooter.

i sit in da lab drinkin purple sizzurp & smokin on dat purple haze//
my venomous rhymes cuts u deeper den a muthafuccin swissblade//
i got bitches in & out da states dat work da strip 2 get my cheese//
like snoop said i don't luv dem hoes but i'm in luv wit my greens//