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...My Comeback...
I've been so busy lately, I haven't been able to write much. So I made time to write a lil' somethin' here....holla bacc wit feed ;)
I hope you peeped my last battle, the humiliation is hard-to-hide // Cuz like Aids patients locked up, I left you dieing-inside // You can try-to-deny, but the facts are real-clear // You have no hope for success, like Cup-A-braziers // Three-musketeers, naw I’ll take you down-myself // Send your death certificate, now you’ve finally found-yourself // It’s like you speakin’ Spanish, wit all that non-sense-speech // Cuz I’ll bury you quicker than treasure on a washed-up-beach // Loss-of-speech, Yeah it’s been known-to-happen // Which equals the opposite of ya so-called-clappin’ // Ya gums always movin’ but what you really-sayin’ // Like pictures on the net, fakeness is what-you-displayin’ // My style-is-degradin’, It’ll leave ya-feelin’-raped // It’s sends unknowns to oblivion like you on Planet-of-the-Apes // I just put-in-my-tape & cats set-up-straight // They start knoddin’ unconscious, like I slipped ‘em date-rape // My rhymez don’t degrade…fag, slug, hoe-&-fake // This ain’t Miss Trina, asses ain’t got to roll-&-shake // You act like a pussy, but can’t take-the-pressure // So I’ll relieve ya stress wit empty clips, like a Fake-hair-dresser // :thumbup: |
Uppin'
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Eh.....I wasn't really feeling this one. I guess it would have been OK for a battle verse, but I was wanting to see what your thoughts were about something.....what your passion was, not just another battle verse that I could see anywhere on this site.....
Keep Dropping :thumbup: |
Not Feeling It Either
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Not really feelin It Cuz
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