Tpound:

im da impressive black-smith carry aggressive tactics...punch you wit so much force you'll do excessive backflips....
my smith and wess is drastic it hit's your chest wit havoc...you couldnt 'switch ya styles' if you where dressed in drag-shit...
metaphorical legend in presence of dis horrible peasent..i should change personality's and give illmortal your deathwish.....
cuz when it come's to battlez ill murder wit any name.....have my squadron circle-each-lane of your block to lerk-for-your-brain...
yo my shit is ill freestyle or written, i'll kick your knees-out-tha-skin-and quickly sneak-out-da-kitchen...
come back an hour later wit grenade's and nukes-to-fire just to shoot-your-prior girl and kill your knockin boot-desires..
you couldnt kick dope shit if you were stompin a crack-head dont let me dispurse da gats-lead just be like a dog and act-dead....
respondin-to-my-post will have you bonded-wit-a-ghozt burried underneath the ground while i crack comments-and-jokes...
my wordplay'z exeptional when your written's in text-are-dull i should put your head between two car's and have em compress-your-skull....
everyone in RB has witness'd-dis-savage aggressively rip-you-in-fragment's so small dat your facial description-is-damage'd...
fuck it im through dissin dis wack-bitch, sincerely your's Tpound somebody finish-dis-faggit!

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Addlibb:

you'll loose this brawl...Addlibb bruises all...makin philangies connect wit jaws//
detect ya flaws...slicin ya flesh wit saws...my moves too raw//
prove you cant 'mess wit me' in a public restroom if you choose to 'stall'//
leavin ya blood stains imbeded on tha mat...similar to freaky lawers 'faxin private parts' your a copy cat//
top my rap?...i'll deflate ya abs...you'll get rapped and stabbed//
holdin ya head under a urinal so you can 'face tha pasted'//
it's possible today will be your last...get chased wit axe...perform an optic blast//
droppin appliences in ya bath...leave ya limbs bent, pricted...rupture ya apendix//
chewin fabric softner wouldn't make ya spits re'lent less'...watch how quickly i'll end this//
you couldnt get tha crowd to throw up they hands if you took attendence//
i make weak emcees faint...you 'runnin out of bars' like Suge Knight on his release date//
dont seek rage...bringin you closer to defeat with each phrase//
spewin insults till little of ya pride is left...beating Life to death//
swingin both arms, his chin dont know weither to go right or left//
You got me in need of a perm, i start nappin' each time I heard ya weak flows//
Ya ish is so OFF you couldn't get bit by a misquito//

All ya tracks are goin' wood, ya style must be pornographic//
I 'got my self a gun', dont make me flash the STEAL MATIC//



St8 Keystyle


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