Im In Compton Records..........Like Huh?!
We a better comeback then Masked Murderous. We have more skill then our originals.
and 8-Off, Of course you don't want me to come with the test tube jokes again do ya? Cuz I think I put too much fluid in when you were born.

what da roster

ayo ayo ayo, dicks in your mouth like cum//
and sars sick like shit stuck on your bum
two people in my gang but we still gangsta//
we called icp biatch nicccccccccccca wattttttttt, u wanksta//
and im flowin off the head, like spagettios//
nothin to rymes so i'll just say ayooo

ma'fucka is dis a play around crew

^^No..

^^^^^Not funny at all................

^^^

^Nope
I Can't Hear You.

Yo, New Freestyle.

I'm So Nice, I Gave You Three Dollas/
I Laugh So Hard Like, Ha Ha Ha/
And Then Like Pussy, My Gun Pop/
I'm So Cool, But Masterbates, makes my Dick Hot.

^werd yo shit hot, we should collab


check out my new one

i get pms from bitches all day//
i got mad game cuz im just a cool pimp like that nigga from the cosby cartoon playin basket ball sayin hey hey hey//
my bars arent stretched, wat u talkin bout//
its just i got a lot to say like if my mouth wasnt water and this was the sahara desert and im hot and cook u like a drought

WORD!....Your stretch bars make you so whack!

Yo this is T.C.K. aka The Compton KId if yall really wanna be in "Compton Reocrds" Try ou t in my thread i'm probably tha only cat from Compton up in here

My Lyrics Are Hot Like Heat//
So Cool Everyone Calls Them Neat//
Im Elite, And Theres No One Left To Beat//
Cuz Who Fucks With Someone From Da C-P-T//

^The only thing that worries me, is that you actually tried to write that verse.

quick keystyle, im delevatin rite now


yo ayo ayo yo,please beleve it, believe it please

yo yo yo i spit bars from the moon, they way they float around//
u suck, just like u in football and ya feet dont even touch the ground//
bitches on my dick, cuz its big as hell//
but when i fell, my dick cracked and i went to hell//
ryme the same werd twice cuz im gankstuh quality//
live everyday like its my last cuz many men wish death 'pon me/