Internet BITCHES
 

You laugh, cos this shit is funny
Even Zane's like "Jesus, wtf was u thinkin, this bitch is ugly"

HAHA JHEA THA FUCKIN GOD IS BACK

Tha Council

The sickest round, viscious nouns, when I spit it out
But Jesus, if u wanna see my penis, get it from raw's mouth
Fuckin dickless clowns, Countries to sharp ta beef
Tha boys skin, is poison, u cats want NO part of me
I puncture arteries, when I release n spit
N spread out ashes, quicker then I did reese's pieces
Genius kids, prestigious scripts, that "I see it don't believe it shit"
My whole team is sick, Jesus bitch, fuck there cryin
Dumb slut, should've posted my nuts, so RV can see what there ridin

Tha fuckin APPOCALYPSE

Fuckin whack kids, I'm done wit this rap shit
Guerilla tactics, fuckin faggots, gettin tossed up for practice
Country knows magic, watch how he turns flesh n blood ta ashes
Can't demote tha captain, see Steve test n smash crews
Got manors, wit tha hammer, u better God bless when its at you (achoo)

fuck most of you bitches

I'm half satan, rap blatant, mentaly lack patience
Collapse nations, when I graph statements
No cats adjacent, to tha lyrical masked rapist
A fuckin sadist, hated, cos iI' rated, top three
I got every dude, and there fuckin crew, tryin ta jock C
I'm only cocky, cos u can't stop me, I'm GODLY
Your fuckin copies, I spit tsunamis, you's a water leak
Your levels below C, homie, why even bother me

ughh jhea the fuckin CLASSIC SHIT

that I see it but could never fuckin touch it shit

Your nothin next-ta-me, don't test-tha-beast
I chew n disect tha beef, u can't check tha king
Always respect tha ring, cos we thrive in excellence
N dawg, I'm not jus a God, u seen me fuckin write tha testament
U witnessed me line tha best of it, n own a million rap sites
N please, I may be weak, but your to fuckin scared ta grab mics
Look at ths ass wipe, talkin trash like, hes THAT nice
We can take it past rhymes, then this faggot should be duckin
N believe it, witout Jesus, tha "ressurection" would be nothin
I watch these pussies frontin, lives built thru stories
But why diss, this bitch, when your rhymes done killed you for me
Told lies n still you tore C, its tha thoughts of a lunatic
Finally, a "FUCK YOU" for my rivalries, forget beef I'm thru wit it

THA FUCKIN GOD

DA VINCI WE OWN THIS DAWG

G-O-D-S

Loads of rage in this one...but i like it!Structure is str8 as always,vocab fits the subject,flow was to the point...yea liked this one...nice shit!

thanks jess...i directed this at one person n she know's who she is. ..

good hit man...personal...keep up tha good work

thanks lyrikal...uppin this

yoo boy that was some ill shit keep spitten fa real fa real holla back one

thanks grimez