Punchline Cypher
 

Gangsta?

Readin Ya Watch Only Time You Seen A Hand On A 9

Last time U seen pussy was when U was born.....

yo rap soft like R. Kelly, u couldn't make it hot if u were nelly

you couldnt be down with ill shit if you was living in a sewer

I'm known to rock ice that would have SubZero freeze

Razh

I - "Raqued" so many niggaz with a 9, Hussein wants to negociate a truce

my rhymes hit hard as hell on this earth
its like they twine togeter n give birth

on the mic i'm gettin yo name ripped,
yo simle aint pretty with all yo teeth chipped

you couldn't spit hot shit if you threw up microwaved horse manure.

the only way u can win a battle is by magic,
why u talkin about dicks fo u must be a faggit

talkin about dicks is all that u do/heard you like suckin em,u must be a fag too

VI Souljah u bit ma line u bitch "ya rap is soft as R.Kelly, u probably couldnt make it hot if u were Nelly"

damn! i din't know u wanted to get that busy, u an r. kelly/
child melestin justin,and brittney on disney/

u as soft as shredded cotton
in terms of rap genius ur rite at da bottom

my rhymes are ill like somalian children

this thread is dead without rhymes from cameos head
so ill let it shed and all across yall spread

Im spittin shit hot enough to make Lucifer break a sweat//

arkatk dont u mean 'arcitech'? shit u need to 'protect ya neck' like 'inspectah deck', u could spit for '60 minutes' n not b 'hot' like 'funk flex'/////

defeatin me ya tracks i won't let it/
your pethetic, like people in theaters stayin to watch da credits/

wtf type of lame shit is that? ya eyes must b glazed ova like a kitten wit 'Cateract'///

i got a rhyme flow that would glow whitter that snow
but if you live to see it your vision will go

WhY StOp HeRe WhEn EvEr So ClEaR sO sMoOtH sTraIgHt SoRe To ThE eAr

ya wack homie n i'm speakin this shit truthfully, u jes an animated emcee 'Mr Men'! like daffie donald n goofy...

u could spit 'flames' n still not 'incarcerate' shit,
i'll roll u up n 'drag-on' yo ass till theres nuttin left to hit...

some dicks try to fuck, while othas try to hate/
but fakes see wakes,and end up wit messy shirts like babys and cake/

a hand to hand combat battlen' man
one says oh the other says damn

worst than blunts weed and xtacy,lookin at hypnotic sayin finish da rest of me/
u hurt gettin merced, there goes my fuckin recipe/

all u bitches be getting taught how to rap by me
u've never seen someone rap so freely
all u fine ass ho's be feeling me
im hot property and u'll want to be stealin me

i skip to da next track burned on a bootleger cd/
ya'll niccas stuck on tapes,lookin for certian spots still rewinding/

cats frum phoenix may rise from fire, not when i slice they throughts wit a wire...

skip to da loo Rap shit tru
oh what i'd do with out you

run through yall with explicit lectures, you could be on a compilation with RuPaul and still be the biggest Drag Queen on the Wrekord//

this is your complexion but changed towards my direction
if i dont know you, watch where your messin

no disrespect was intended, better check the direction
and the punches in the verse b efore questioning my discretion//

(Drag Queen on the Wrekord)Dragon Wrekord....

punch him in the face so hard his hairline will be steady at his sholders/
you couldnt fucking rock me if u were spitin heavy bolders

YO I SPIT BULLETS AT YOU SO FORGET A BOLDER/
IMA HAVE YOU RUNNIN FO YOUR LIFE LIKE AN IRAQI SOLDIER

if i was bush id withdraw the troops
put him in a circus and make him jump thru hoops
he's a crooked little bastard
and he's gonna be mastered

u faker than walgreens lee place on nails//
i leave niccas deatched like torn acl's//

jus reached my hundreth
spreadin my text like breath

niggas get on hurt on these boards like tearin ligaments/
but i get cats talkin in circles like imaginary figments//