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Originally posted by LYRICAL_GANGSTA
AIGHT HOMO SON...."FUCK YOU"...lol
VERSE
Lyrical G picks up the mic and spits towards MadHoe but he's too "dumb to notice it"...
How he gon claim that I bite when we already know his hand is "knumb from Recyling shit"...
Our differences is that you spit to start beef and I "spit to murk it"...
Your spits compared to mine are like a T-shirt two sizes too small that "fits you perfect"...
Sequencial factors subdivides Homosexual Preacher's genetic buildup conquering his "cell structure"...
This cat spits biodegradable wastes trying to be a 'matter of fact' but gets his "cells ruptured"...
My lyrics create page breaks leaving all emcees wit "spits indented"...
I'll be ill till rap repellant emcee spray is thought of and "gets invented"...
Couple of bars left to give this weak cat thinks he is so sick lets call him lyrikalnightmare?? naah something to "dream about"...
I'll make him stick his d!ck in his earlobe and yell 'fukk what you heard' until he encounters a "semen drought"...
Kinetic deposits dispersed through verses from my cranium leaking "dark thoughts"...
I'll have ya murder scene portraying the playgrounds and court linings of a "park chalked"...
This fake gay preacher the closest you came to war was doin drive-by's wit a watergun "on a ten speed"...
even if you had dynomite strapped to me saturated in saliva you still couldn't spit "bombs against me"...
KO
I Always Stay Strapped Like Halo Kid, I Outta Punch You In Ya Eye And Have You Seeing More "Puffy" Than "JLO" Did...
When You Unlock Your Door Is The Only Time You Holding A Key, Your Whole Family Is Pussy They Need Slomins To Sleep.. (slomin shield)
BITCH HOLLA BIZACK
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The thing wit you is...you dont know how to use big words....no wordplay...n ya punches are played.....hahhahahhahaha!!!!!
in correlation to any niggas meditation i leave em in deep seditation have this fagget lyrical facin ass whoopin past situations all to clear n blatant he getting his ass whooped cuz he too-damn-impatient//
i leave no trace no fingers in place erase ya face like acid after shave n cave ya chest to a low base n controlled wit no air space spinal cord replaced from ya ribs where they was incased ya suck ya own dick now son so how does it taste//
dead n deader i killz ya ass in my town too clever whats ya endeavour?im way too ill to be measured n I’m getting better n better you had ya last “PUFF” son ya had ya last chance at “FOREVER”!!//
make you see black n white I will petrify this dyke causin him sleep disorder at night cuz of lyrical fright burned in his eyesight I’LL make you put down the mic cuz its too frozen for fags who cant stand frostbite//
I hold the key to energy and intensity in this battle you can plainly see me winning n ya failing grades could neva “C” victory!//
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LYRICAL GANGSTA FAKE YA IM ANXIOUS TO BREAK YA…LEFT TO CRY HOME TO YA MAKA N ENSLAVE YA..
WATCH ME BLAST YA NEED TO ENTER CLASS CUZ THE “SHIT” JUST DON’T COME OUT YA “ASS”..
KNOWLEDGE IS WHAT YA NEED TO SUCCEED AGAINST A LYRICAL ENEMY TO YOU CONSIDERED AN UNBEATABLE ENTITY….
SECONDS BEFORE YOU LACK SENSE OF DIRECTION PREACH SLAPPED YOU SILLY WIT A 9 INCH ERECTION I DIDNT EVEN USE PROTECTION LYRICAL IS LEFT ACROSS HIS FACE A LETHAL SPERM INFECTION..
CAUSIN DEVISTATION MAD HAS INCREASED PENETRATION LIKE A VIRGIN THATS BEEN WAITIN..
YOUR NOT SHIT YOU WANNA BE RAP KIDD DON’T GET ME PISSED YOU NEED TO STOP THIS FAKE ASS LYRICAL HIP HOP DISS..
THIS FAG STOWES VIBRATORS IN THE REFRIGRATOR MAKING HIM A MASTER-DE-BATOR…LOL
RIPPIN YA FLESH JUST LIKE THE REST LEAVE YOU TO REST TILL DEATH N WATCH YOU SUFFOCATE IN YA LAST BREATH!
I DON’T EVEN NEED TO FINISH!!!
K…FUCKIN O…..HAHHAHAHAHA….
FA REAL GOOD BATTLE HOMIE….
HOLLA
ONE…HUNNET