heres a few 10 liners i came up with
after some feed...
hit me up...





yo'... here's ten lines for metamorphical
the mutha fucker who thought he was lyrical
ya think ya do...ya dont got what it takes
no i wont put ya with the rest of the fakes
i'll keep ya here up in my face... spit ya out in fuckin disrace
ya not part of this race... i seen hotter lines in a can of mace
metamorphical... i'll taunt ya some more.. still got four more to kill
i hit his call then he got physical tryin to get all lyrical
spittin shit ya'll is what he does best of cause playin with testicals
now get out the door ya fool ya momma wants ya i heard her call




BODY COUNT...1 2 3...you only doubt it's 3 of your g's
3 folded bleedin from holes on the curb
bringin me shit... ill spittin mutha fukin verbs
BODY COUNT... i count ya body
1 more on the list for my mutha fuckin shotty
yo... ya need a lesson in lyrical tequnique
it's right here you'll gain possesion of vocal physique
BODY COUNT... sloppy grout sticks better
probably mount... mouldy sluts if they'd let ya
count this... the first of many i fuckin bet ya


what's this bigpimpin/ get off the ship/ fore it starts sinkin
think ya big/ like Arnold shwarzanegga/ ya nuthin but
a lyrical taunt reciever/ think ya big/ but not like that
you say big/ i say fat/ looky here/ your like titanic
raisin fear/ put us in panic/ get off the ship/ shit.. get it off you
big pimpin/ holdin up the crew/ big blimp thing i spit on you
frig stinkin god damn poo/ slapin ya pink thing is all you can do
stick a link in the main page for any-one who wants to jam you
eyes blinkin when you read the response/ i brand new
start thinkin that you dead/ because i rammed you


so what's your name... 5 mic medallion
and that's because your... 5 times more challenged
actin like your the... lyric rebellion
he tried to hold five...till he slipped and fell on em'
man go again...stick ya dick in a stallion
then count to ten... 6 plus 6 lines again
i don't like to say it... but the shit that ya sprayin
has no efect on me... i'll show ya now how to lay it
first of all ya start with a hit...a verse that's gonna cause some shit
cause ya to fall... into a mit... then i drop ya... into the pit
the pit of vocabulary... where you'll learn how to spit it
then ya come back to me... with much better lyrics


my rhymes be hittin so hard ya needin lyrical dentures
set out to battle me on a fuckin vocal adventure
shit like that man pack ya bags i already sent ya
bringin wack lines to me singin "HERE"S MY CREDENTIALS"
in all that crap not even one single bar punched
man i seen harder hits at a homosexual bar lunch
gay fag pressin me to go dinin with ya
anus got jet lag from all the guys been train drivin ya
god sent me to rid the world of homo bitches like yaself
now ya went... the lord rewards me with riches and wealth


double cross..i'ma eat you up..this is gonna cost
doubled loss..i'ma beat you up..make you feel lost
wanna talk about lines hittin ya like a bat
muthafucker my rhymes be splittin a crack
right down the centre of you and wack rap
put ya back in ya place drop the axe
pickin pieces of the porch with a garden vax
that's what i do to you when i catch you spyin through
the window of my room watchin me and my chick screw
masterbatin till ya reach climax...


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double edge man......get over there
with the others.... on the trouble ledge
jump if you have to... no-one will miss ya
everyone here... up in this place will diss ya
double edge of what................ a fuckin razor
i'll cut you so bad ya be glad i did you the favor
aint no way... the great exaviour's gonna save ya
straight to hell with ya like the lyrics from "hey ya"
there's already a six foot hole dug in the graveyard
who you foolin prick... my rhymes are what made ya


give up the feed folks...