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Flyweight
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IP:
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This is the french revolution, ur marie antionette i'm the guillotine/
Choppin heads off, lacerations more grizzly than that memphis team/
Are u ready man? your face to face wit ammunition/
As I'm slammin A minor.. like an angered musician/
Your elevating? Going through the sediments of the evident/
Your style's like camera film you need to take time to develop it/
Your not ill, so you act dope like the Rock's stunt double's trouble with immigration/
If I came 1st or 2nd, you'd still get fucked either way like double penetration/
Ill plan ur demise blueprint 4 terror,...if u wanna harm me try it/
But fuckin wit me u destined 2 die like japanese kamikaze pilots/
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heh @ double penetration line....... that camera line is played... iight verse
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im spittin 'hot shit' up in 'hells home' ~ youll be 'charged' a loss for this battle like the 'bill' for your cell phone
i 'flip modes' n switch my style up to 'bust a rhyme' ~ your new at this, what do you know bout 'punchin' lines ~ imma 'eat you up' as if you were shrooms at 'lunchtime'
im 'mental in the brain' like Saddam 'Whoz-sane?' ~ your ass is too new-for-this-game ~ step up n get 'played' like 'loose change'
skills and punches, ive got plenty-of-each ~ i pop pills in bunches, n iLL skills yall couldnt pay me a penny-to-teach
My mum could whack harder, face it you gone, no point in even speaking cos your replies take to long
yo mum is fast though, she does like to please, boy she did it last night, when she was down on her knees,
At rapping i am god, your whole rhyme is about to subside, cos wen jesus walked on water, i beat him to the other side
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eh.... nothin that stands out here... didn't really like your structure/style. very predictable first line... really no punches....
Vote: Excedrin |