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4(K.I.S.S OF DEATH)0 VS BostonLyricist
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No Show AutoMatic K.O No Crew/D'R/Or Hate Votes BostonLyricist Spitten First....... |
ight watch me shine
yo yo yo.....
i dont kiss dudes but my pound loves relations... if death had a dick you would get penitration... I have you picked to lose like bush's next election... you winning is like a woman getting a erection... i spit intimidation into your self esteem cycle... after this have you done wit rap readin the bible... im the legend you will come to dream about... thats why you woke up wit cum in your mouth... you thought you facin a half ass wanna be mc..... but infact you facin a lyrical mastermind in every city.... i dish out losses and sever phycological damage.... when you feel you didnt come hard enough " got damn it" i'll murder your physique then torture your soul.... then put your picture as missing in hell on a pole... you got the wrong dude this is my game i put you to shame... when im done i'll carry around your mic hand like hannibal did that brain.. thats my trophy son your right hand hollah>>>>>>>>>>>>> |
Watch U Shine? Watch U Get Merked?
All Ya'll Kids gonna Mention This, I Blow "BoStoN" Like a Lyrical Terrorist Clever Shit that Severes Kids Best Ever Textual Scripts I Bring a Tight Game , repelling armour then attacking with Bright Flames I Aint a *Selling Farmer* but ya'll gonna be leaving with * My-Grains* You couldnt * keep me in cheque(check) if u was my motherfuckin *Bank Book* Punch in ur fuckin skull till ur head bleeds, theres no way to make the lead freeze Ur rhymes like *Breakfast*, cos your about to watch them "Shred-Ease" (shreddies) BostonLyricist are frightened to shine, never bringing the tighest of rhymes Then u challenge me? ur like *Coma Patients* cos u put ur *Life on the Line* I'll tie ur *Throat*, leave it compounded with *Rope*, shit im doubting ur *Dope* Your rhymes are *Imperial* cos ur mom washed ur *Mouth out with Soap* (imperial leather soap) The Best at Texting , The Kind u should Never Mess With I'll kill u, and being *Turned on by Dreams* is only way you'll get "Rest-Erected" (resurrected) Your scripts are known for prone blunders, Containing no thunder And the only *Real line u Dropped* was ur *Gay chat phone Number* I'll leave u to Burn in ur Tomb , I'll rape ur sisters, let my "Nutz" burst in their wombs Then *Spill their fuckin "Guts" and maybe then even the "Germans Approve" (gut = good in german) |
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