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Shifted Vs. Young Mik Straight Up
Yo.... 15-30 bars... no dick ridin' votes.... jes be sure ta bring it live n keep it hot. I'll have my shit up here in a sec. Take as long as you want...jes bring it phat. Aight.... Payce.
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Yo....
This fag can catch a fuckin' throat strep, witta broke neck when my whole set chokes his flows vocal chord flesh. The torn effect of yur severed head is catchin', never ending sketches of death threat possession. I'll stab ya past life witta plastic hand knife, n have yo mamma pregnant wit faggit Mik's ass twice. Or maybe twins, boy on a boy like lesbians. Or dikes wit guy friends, Mik n his bi kins. Regarding the cause of yo moms hospital death. I'm positive i deposited the bombs in her chest. Dawning on the thought, Mik lost in his set. Vomitting the balls cuz he swallowed the shit. I'll make ya brain shift like quake plates so you can tast it. A face lift, ta place you eight days up in the Matrix. This agent.... name Shifted'll staple you to his hit list. N feed you to the people like Jesus did wit his fish gift. I format my flows ta blow ya vision like cataracts. Rhymes ta hold ya skull n give you headache n panic attacks. I woke up in a chemestry class, prepared me a blast n had Mik up in half as i carefully buried his ass. You couldn't flow if you was weightless liquid water. I'll hit you harder than six gay dicks waitin' ta give you daughters. My microphone's injected wit energetic synthetic, type of flows for medics ta leave Mik's ass beheaded. I'll beat you in the streets out of fuckin' recognition. N force feed you heat till you bleed, like clit infections. While i let you inhale this fail smell. Shoot a fuckin' dart through ya heart, sharper than a carpenters nail. This bitch is fuckin' peaced. |
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthr...?threadid=54050
^Return the favor there^ I'll vote here,when he drops |
quick merk
Ya raps are fake face em facts, they got more plastic den jacksons skin// i plaster dis cat when he cant pay up da payments,cuz times are drasstic cuz u aint never goina win// dis newb comes out from da closet thinkin he can cumphat but his games silly// iill speak da truth ,my flows are pure then water out da foset, u cudnt cum if u jacked of to free willy// da wak rhymes cant mtach this im authorin flames like a book of matches// say ya last wish..u gunna get ya first loss when i started blastin my lyrical clips// ya rhymes are best friens wit da garbage basket u dumb bitch// u spits are plain wackness, an u still think u got a chance at a win// dats crap bitch ya skillz aint ever shiftin first glance at my verse got u wishin// i blaze herbs an smoke em when they duk,leavin em wit red stains on there shirt// amazed by my words this newb wish he neevr showedbecuz of my verse// This cat lyrically gets smacked, when he trys to attack a vet dats better den a blak carsonjet// I no da truth ya verse was a prewitten from da last site u spit ya text// my spits are cursed wit pure purfection aimin at ya head// this shit it equipped sent in ya direction makin this new newb dead// lyin in red blood,in da cold cuz he received head slugs frontin to be a thug // but his rhymes were to old,only way u beatin me is wit rhmyes of mine// an used punches that i desighned to intertwine for another number increase on the rite//// |
yo... you should copy n past yur post to the other one.... i forgot ta put a fuckin' poll on this shit... sorry bout that dawg...
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