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New to RV
From: *~In ThE MidDlE Of ThE DrOuGhT~* |
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IP:
Fuck It I Got Extra Time On My Hands...
Lets Start It Off Like This...
I'm Mentally Set, Show Em How I Could Physically Get...
Put Him In His Place, Kuz On Ya Own U Aint Lyrical Yet...
U Lyrically Blind, Bitch U Must B Outta Your Mind...
I Put Him Behind, Ayo Sonny Tell Ya Man 2 Give 'Smith' Back His Rhymes...
But When I Spit, I Make Waves And I'm Causin Destruction...
Homie Is Nuthin, I'm Ya Biggest Fear, I'll Put You Thru A Disruption...
But When I Wet-Ya-Frame, And I Reset-This-Lame...
U Gon 'See-E-Fly', Like The Way I Just 'Di-sect-His-Name'...
I'll Pop-This-Squeal, And Please Believe I Will-Get-Ill...
U Think U Gon Win Writin Essays, All That's Gon Do Is Showcase 'Smiths-Skill'...
The Rules Say No-Biters, So I Guess That Means That You Can't Spit...
U Throwin Punches, Just Because 'Fly' Is In Your Name, U Still Can't 'Land On Shit'...
Time To Switch It Up...
I'll Switch It Up Lyrically, Mentally And Both Physically...
Face It Fly-E, U Can't Spit With My Complexitivity...
Either U Get Wit It, But Ur Going By Contradictions...
The Whole World Kno U Gon Lose, Like Nostradamus Predictions...
But Let Me Take Heed, As I Proceed-To-Rip-These-Fleas...
Watch 'E-Collaspe-Like-Eve', As I Begin To Pound On 'Scriptured-Keys'...*
U Stay On Sonny's Nuts, I'm Thinkin U Got a Mission To Blow...
But Where The Lyricisist Go, He Right Here, Spittin Wit A Venomous-Flow...
But Nigga Just Listen, U Sensin A L, U Got A Womans Intuition...
Ya Punches Is Missin, I'm Sensin Ya Throws, Wit Uniqueness-In-Fuckin-Vision...
But I'm Flippin You Birds, And As I'm Chokin These Herbs...
I Realize U Have A Bad Connection Wit Negotiation-With-Words...
U Kno U Clova, U Already Ratted-It-B, But Watch As I Dismember Him Magically...
Killin Him Faciously, Put U And Ur Family Thru One Hell Of A Tragedy...
Didn't Think I Could Come Like That Did Ya??....Now 2 Kill Em...
Ok...
Homie I'm-Movin-The-Fifth, And You-Losin-This-Shit...
I'm Provin-You-Tricks, I'll Have Ya Brains-Oozin-Out-Ya-Uterus-Bitch...
Damn...
Just Sayin Goodbye, U Heard This, Get Ya Gun...
Homie U Aint Near Fly, Ur Worthless, Ur A Bum...
HaHa...
Homie Ur Nuts, I'm Easily Pullin A Murder To U Sluts...
Why U Can't Use Ur Own Rhymes, O Wait Then You'll B Clova And He Sucks...
I Went Line By Line...Take It Or Leave It...
Those Smith Verse...I'm Explaining Them...That's His Biting Rhymes Where He Couldn't Even Take The Name Out And Calls Himself Smith...
*The Bible
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