P.I.N.K material...holla at me
 

I’ll Stab n’ Lynch you with this Pad n’ Pencil// 7
a lyrical god wit mad skillz ~ but you don’t even Have Po~ten~tial// 8
tracing me would b impossible even if i was a stencil//9
The words I speak mean more than you and this fuckin pencil//10
PayDay is a Rappin Monsta ~ and not once did I say I was a mobsta//11
but I will Have you eatin shells n’ I aint talking bout Crabs n’ Lobstas// 12
My lyrics are gats and u a dead soldiers soul in the sky//13
When my mouth opens up words flow out str8 up dissin this guy//14
Hook the noose to ya neck and earn some respect using “pure” intellect//15
They call you BITCH n’ me PAYDAY ~ how’s that for respect neglect//16
So don’t disrespect ~ the game is danger~ous//17
One year ago you were a no"body" ~ and now u tryin hang wit us//18
While I’m draggin’ my denim u thinkin’ to ya self “I wish I was him”//19
But the way u went about young homie leaves your chances lookin’ dim//20
You know where I came up n’ now u tryin’ to str8 set me up//21
Choose wisely ~ the wrong words get the wrong reactions leavin’ you gat’ed up//22
The beef you started with me is just gonna leave u with sunnyless days//23
I got no more to say today BITCHES ~ so to god I hope you pray ~ and have a nice dark day//24


if u like, holla at me...i offer alot more in other areas...i got an open mic i just posted...the link is below...

Why Theres Un-even Numbers At Cha End Of Ya Lines




Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

my bad...here are the missin first 3 bars...
 

Punishment is painful when you know you deserve it// 1
It's like a hustla on a clucka ~ let me show you how I serve it// 2
You Already Know how I defeat this room// 3
and sweep ure ass up wit out tha broom // 4
pullin more strings than 10 guitars playin’ bars// 5
leavin’ u dumped in a dumpster wit More than just stars n’ Scars// 6
I’ll Stab n’ Lynch you with this Pad n’ Pencil// 7
a lyrical god wit mad skillz ~ but you don’t even Have Po~ten~tial// 8
tracing me would b impossible even if i was a stencil//9
The words I speak mean more than you and this fuckin pencil//10
PayDay is a Rappin Monsta ~ and not once did I say I was a mobsta//11
but I will Have you eatin shells n’ I aint talking bout Crabs n’ Lobstas// 12
My lyrics are gats and u a dead soldiers soul in the sky//13
When my mouth opens up words flow out str8 up dissin this guy//14
Hook the noose to ya neck and earn some respect using “pure” intellect//15
They call you BITCH n’ me PAYDAY ~ how’s that for respect neglect//16
So don’t disrespect ~ the game is danger~ous//17
One year ago you were a no"body" ~ and now u tryin hang wit us//18
While I’m draggin’ my denim u thinkin’ to ya self “I wish I was him”//19
But the way u went about young homie leaves your chances lookin’ dim//20
You know where I came up n’ now u tryin’ to str8 set me up//21
Choose wisely ~ the wrong words get the wrong reactions leavin’ you gat’ed up//22
The beef you started with me is just gonna leave u with sunnyless days//23
I got no more to say today BITCHES ~ so to god I hope you pray ~ and have a nice dark day//24


my bad yall...

drop a tryout at heavy hittaz if u still looking for a crew
(even though this is a old ass thread)