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try n hurt me, and u will just fail miserably,
you all bible bashers like the vic. of dibely, there aint no god like you aint got skill but ur all wrong, like a ball rollin upa hill wanna worship somethin?, worship me i no im ill so jus feel free.............. blah. |
wack, cat, equals, cant rap
step back, or are u too fat? daubs, nok, the perfect match like a lock key and a latch stealing, killing, and playing craps putting millions of twentys in stacks no lies, these are the facts shit, nightmare is back ^lol^ |
rhyming 2 me is like "Chuckie" in "Child's-Play"
u might duck me once but soon u'll have 2 pay when my lyrical haymakers swing dey make hataz brake don't put me on a track wit anotha cuz dey'll get lyrically raped |
rhyming is a like a game of freeze tag evabody wants 2 do it/
but on da real how many of us real emcees decide 2 pursue it/ den we have dez fake ass con-man lie just 2 make sum money off da hood's expense/ dat'z y when we get nethang of ur own da real must take advantage of it |
Ever since "just to get a rep" i been a hip hop addicted
It helped me thru alot,even when we got evicted but now we back on our feet,sitting strong,confortable if theres ever a problem now,im quickly confronting it all if your stunting then fall back and relax. cause your doing shit.....just to get a rep. |
its da chick da melt in ya mouf not in ya hands keep da hosta on my waste and pack a couple grands still carryin da shit dat will merk ya mans all i here is damn, when i cum in da spot and shake my ass dey be like its dat hot chick wit da burna in da stash up on rap spot holdin down fa all da chicks and got all da bitches mans wantin 2 make a flick freak bitch, dat know how 2 do a couple tricks on da dick click, click..... and dats da sound of da heat and I don't stop till I hear da fuckin flat line *beep* |
exploration in rap brings a new branch to the tree
everytime I spit,its liek i grow another dgree dont agree? the come see me,i could careless Im'a push you to the limit,so dont hate of you fear stress A death kiss on the hoe's is the equivilant to my flows. quick key. |
I'll spit to rip you apart to nothing but shit
Down to your cellular level, in just one tick- Tock, grab my glock when I step off the mic When you hear the shots you be all like "Must be that crazy rapper M.E.R.K. again No wonder everyone is afraid to battle him" Yeah you can call me the M E R to the K Just read between the lines in my name Because Merking, Is what I was born to do Battle you, then honk the horn and shoot |
im ready to battle some one whose not scared too lose
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Everybody wanna ''peice of my pie''
I'll stick the 'Peice to ya Eye'...... Blow ya 'Optical lense' back into ya skull..... Cause i 'Set a Trend' with every rhyme i PULL, Out my magic hat... Cause me bein whack? ha, imagine that.... That'd be the beast callin beauty Ugly..... I give niggas the 'Kiss of death' an all you can do is 'Hugg-me I know ya Love-me, Cause i'm just so ''Dope, man''.. An i'll ''shatter ya dreams'' like False Hope-can Blah, just a quick key cause am bored |
Take I-35... Exit on Paseo...
That's where VP & Slicky C got insane flow... 29th street... haters can't say hoe... It isn't fair for them to get hit tit the trey-fo'... I ain't no gangsta... but y'all knew that... They say I'm wack... But please... screw rap... The cats that hate are just too wack... Buck.Shot... I'm tellin' these cats about who back... |
Im so stoned i dunna whut forrum this is
Seen a few fights but I taught thum bitches I leave em fallin like autum witness the down fall of your best freind Your homies rap career = the next end could call me fridge cause I keep the game fresh Self glorify and relieve the lameness blllllaaaaauuuuuuuugh uh done |
just came back for the first time like the end of my name was cris-
no bullshit i took a brake now my lyrics finna have yall on sum suicidal out tha bible shit like splittin ya wrist- and this just a tip - anybody wanna battle come get i'm more than live as it gets- but stay calm cuz u'd rather have me on ya team than opposin- so im waitin to make somebody bleed and let em see the puddle then smush they nose in- DatBoySpade Holla at ya Boy |
black will splatter words across tha board and have ya bent over my verbs..dis shit is obsurd/
so nigga count down cuz shit finna get ugly like ya fat momma bein a clown..and puttin her make up on upside down/ |
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