Quote:
Originally posted by Lyricbrutalizer
naw i cant spit now my lyrics are at school and its afriday on this monday and you accepted to challenge so you have to spit first and i said i will set it up
|
^^^ What type of joke ass shit is that, ha, ha, ha. You had a whole weekend to prepare for me and you STILL don't got your shit!????. just shut the fuck up and listen to a pro rap
yo....
Duckin bullets,can't freestyle worth shit no need-ta-retreat,-herb
go run to you little ghostwriter at school,
that mu'fucka can't beat-me-neither/
My shit resemble Hennessey straight,
you 'mimic the taste of kool aid-pictures'
I'm not interested in your 'punchlines', I rather wait-for-liquor/
It's advaced-what-my-skills do,defying-yo-breath-til-collapse
you get
anxiety-depressive-attacks and die before I have a chance-to-kill-you/
Breakin ya face with techs in a blaze …I’ll slaughter you hoe
The thang that gets slain is section of brain…I walked in you froze/
You won't cite where you from, cuz it's a bitch made town of hicks-and-clowns
if you in my nervous system then I'm imune to you,
travel my bloodstream and shit-you-out/
You
'trickin' credit card gifts for yo squad',
Illegal crew sucks yo 'dick-till-it's-hard'
so now it's clear to figure out why you
'head-nigga-in-charge'/
....look fuck nigga
Advise you nor your sissy boys not to show off, come on yo stage cut cut yo show off/
you a bug that scatter from the spray when I show Off
shoot ya in the head, ya life switch gon show...off/
It's nothin.....