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Do the 10 bar thing 30 min time limit lets get it poppin
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ight gah ahead ice pick do ur thing u gon come wit it or not?
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I'll shatter-ya-femur..morph to Fred Kreuger..splatter-your-DREAMS$$
emphatical-swings-blur optical vision with 'impaired sight the slicewas clean/// like Lennox Lewis fightin' {haseem}Raqman..you weren't prepared right// these rare types of round-house Writes{rights} designed by vet-e-rans// be swellin' chins of 'west coast' breeds devoid of MELANIN// you'll never win against da 'soul brother'..i'm James Brown/ takin' ya' "brand new bags" for "payback"..i blaze clowns// with INsane NOUNS dat RUN-ON sentences with VERBal tac-tics/ i murder bastards who clash wits with 'mashed' scripts// one of my last vic(tim)z who got his flesh branded in in forensics// 'dis fag'z fetish consists of gayz with bad credit$$ U.middle-aged men who work at McDonald's streakin'-a-hoopty/ still live at home with momz in bunk-beds sleepin'-wit-Snoopy$$ i'm preachin'-da-truth-'B'..you symbolize every ho-mo/ change ya' sig from rap's finest to {frank}Sinatra, Lawrence{welk}, and {perry}Como-------i just dismantled ya' whole flow da lyrical messiah???...has just been crucified with no hopes of resurrection |
ight that was hot but ima have to burn that shit up dog
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eh yo please say please before ya/
try to step the kid like a seasoned scorer// i smoke big trees, sequoia/ and politic myself so i dont need no laywer// son no schemin for ya/ before u end up in the hospital wit shit breathin for ya// im ill wit it, go in ya corner n chill wit it/ treat ya girl like Monica and Bill did it// this aint no shark attack but im droppin JAWS/ im in the red coup gettin top from broads// u dont call no shots so u not in charge/ n if my flow get too heavy then im droppin bars// i spit flame, well actually i spit acid/ cremate ya frame no suit no casket// get ya ass kicked, u get verbally whipped/ and erebody know thie kid verbally sick// if ya man got the heat, than its best he pop it/ before i make ya bones CRUNCH like Nestle chocolate// blood on ya white T, b bleedin tru/ treat u like scary movie u b "Screamin 2''// and i can make my rhymes stick too/ i'd go one man down before i'd ever PICK // any nigga that talk trash u my victim/ nah ICE u ain sick those just flu like symptoms// u like a rapper on his worst decline/ work on ya flow, n stop trynna find big words to rhyme..stupid |
its supposed to b U after PICK tho cant type today
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ight aint nobody votin on this joint whats the point in twastin my rhymes
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Lets get a few votes in here and close this thing
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Uppn for votes , Drop a link
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lets get some votes in here so we can close this joint
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Uppn For Sum Votes))))))))))))))))))
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ILL return the favor for anybody that votes on these wit an honest opinion
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