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whos afta me?it's a trajedy when i clap thee//
into mysery,witout no pitty see i'm sick of deez// fake ass rapper,turned actors still tryin ta make a cd// spittin verses sound'n like they all sleepy// thats when i creep see into they bedroom wit da 50// i'm simply, click'n things ta make u sick of me,multie cypher king// ring entering,clamp 'n things tired of fakers front'n rented bling// |
a multis a multi sylable rhyme... dumbass^^
its, the only heavyweight to levitate u better hate/ I wanna se baretas shake so I can permanently meditate/ I penatrate - the best - faceless like the 10 of spades/ I make the letters ake for the metas sake till ur retnas bake/ u wanna know what a multi is listen to eminems early 313 shit, he drops thousands |
okay lil england,lil english man catch'n my blackhand//
my backhand,u can't comprehend, the compound of 2 words i put together in// that last line to make that rhyme end// i'm betta than, all these emcees talk'n shit again! |
im relentless inasense wit demented in verses, from sentenced to curses../
never mentioned vicious elements like periodic productz non invented in advurdissmintz../ of fist furies cemented in furnaces, stomachs re-scented n churnish this../ elemented reminasent, in servin shiit like tag teamin chefs represented to absurbin tips../ comprehended n nourished it when it was sended from my birth I was born to pretend in furnish it../ corpses in events im servin it, verbalish in fractions to cease../ removin ya air from ya lungs n brassin ya free n leavin ya ass gaspin diliberatly ASKIN TO BREATHE!../ ima passivist see? rockin u in rocks kids give so much blowjobs they stop to n pop../ both they ACL joints back, like clumsy infants im droppin ya blocks../ still concience n hot to others they abnoxious n not ready cause like Rosie o donald in sex... THEY DON'T WANT YOU ON TOP!../ spits already auctioned on shops from intoxicness shotz of jin n vodka../ its not like Canna won't stop it, it's HOT!../ like devils in greasepits im on a level to seige with gremblinz in demons../ from heavens in regions 2 drop hell to convert spitz 2 my nostrils../ it's hostal cuz inturns from boogers to infectioness in sneezes!../ I ain't protectin these weaklins K.O.R's is an affectionist demon../ with such a relentlessness free n flow hospitals still"seem to be testin my semen!../ fuckin latino's anglosaxion's in testins dick smackin in slappin it senseless../ fuck acts of apprentices cause Ime coming back of exterrestrial attractions in vengeance!../ MALPRATICE IN SECTIONS after breakin n replacin ya'll back bones back in ya sessions/ wit ya diickz tissues in acts of depression cuz ya'll virgin recarnated PUSSIES lacking erections../ fuck fraction in lessons, Im attackin each wack off suspensions../ wit attackin agressions ya'll actions scared to hit first like Bombs of sadam iraqui inspections!"../ rashioness directions, Canna poppin alliances../ fuck propaganda n option appliances, cause like clumsy college proffessors im droppin sciences../ yea the lyricalmyrical here as the prophet../ fearin the comets I drop from heaven, miracly elevated here from the topic, I higher than chron of career astronomics:../ gassed off the toxics, I rumble up the floors an tilt n tumble the slutz n the whores../ an drown ya'll in such a whirlpool ya face will replace the color of the board!../ I'll double the score, TESTIN YOU ROOKIES" im phat wit cholesteral juices../ off some exterrestrial movies with more siick spitz than peter north eatin out infectioness pussies../ in nasty "protectionist cookies"../ fists r "manifestin these crookz" in C-sections stompin ya chests in wit timberlands. directions to snookies../ out.. |
i'm a devious person, always just breath'n or curs'n...
grab this kid by the throat, leave him, bleed'n, and breath'n the dirt sum... i'm need'n to hurt one, load the nine wit mags of hollow tips... think my tec was a hoodrat the way it swallows clips.... |
in the first place I hurt things in the worst ways.//
maim necks with blades an' insane weapons.// play'n this game you gettin' slayed an' stepped on.// pray ta repent ya regrets dawg.// 'cause when ya laid from gettin' sprayed ya gettin sent dawn.//(down) hells hot, skin swells up, swells pop, boils form, spoils what your goin-for.// what ya slow'n for, loathin' more chores so just ignorin' more whores.// pourin' more forms than a fuckin' constructoin yard.// |
my 16 bars so sharp they leave you wit 16 scars/
dat a scar per bar tha czar stir par cats ajar/ so far, i aint found no one to test my ability/ my darts sentence you to death, die willingly/ or yall gon fell the damnation wit no salvation/ fuck the newest sensation in da hip hop nation/ the vibration from my vocation is law/ and the animation of my creation is raw/ yall MCs aint nothin to me but a wannabe/ yous aint not fuckin' wit me, come on honestly/ did you really expect to restrain my reign?/ im on a lyrical campaign wit everything to gain/ and nothin to loose except da clothes my back/ if you don't feel me... pshh.. yall hoes on crack/ im in you grill like plaque, 'n im bigga than shaq/ bitch im on you ass like the coalition in iraq.../ |
i slaughter-cats,have bitches runnin like nordic-tracks/
with foreign laughs,see kids happy till the shotty claps/ and blah blah text rap sucks i just came in cuz im bored out of my god damn mind. |
oh god no not another yuppy yankee
ur lucky i dont beat u down an spank-thee// not hanky-panky ur dizzy can't see delirious from delusions I create cuz im into it// mass illusions causin u mental confusion but face dog u from the mean streets of Boston tha ice im wearin is flossin so I should just hit u wit my wallet thats still mo than u costin// now u lookin salty cuz I cant be bought see// u fuckin pansy |
I had to come back i aint done with this coward yet
text rap is gay ok thats what u say but its because u cant contemplate the hate inside my mental its like I got intel "evil inside" time for death and desime its surmon time so preacher preacher, ima beat cha an bash ur brains wit the but an ak while I spray tha fire u should quit or retire fo u die or get fired im tired of filetin wit this verbal im sayin so im out |
any of u herbz know what a multi is, luke got it
if u too stupid to understand dont post |
my Nine-glock make your mind-jog cuz Itsa-hurdle
you get cha eye-ball sliced off like im a ninja-turtle there you have it: multis and interbar rhyming. |
multisyllable doesnt just mean multiple words u fuckin idiot
shit from what im seein most of u fuck need to go back to grammer school n learn proper english an how to put ur fuckin lines together fo u jump someones shit make sure u know what the word ur usin means |
i know you werent talking about me.
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KiD_fAG stop fuckin hate'n on everyone
u lil bitch |
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