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BANNED
From: Ea$t OakLAnd West Side>>ExEcutives |
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IP:
Bitch told me not to come to hard in bs, i think he meant in his face//BITCH SALPED=BS HE SAID DONT COME HARD
he cudnt contest wit the best if that was his fukin crew spittin at a slow pace//
u better brush up fast if u want sum skillz but dont catch as case of the iLL//
AMP be foreal an face em facts u a disgrace to this rap site/
im comin harder then any newb seen shinin in the dark usin my lite//
u cudnt beat I spit lyrics so phat my microphone has cellulite//me if u thought u was an established emcee an i sold-u-mics//
despite the truth u can only win usin my rhymes ,an packin a bagged lunches/
i got a hunch home he can only win wit my used punches//
hence this bitch replied in my newbie callout who he gots an idenity crisis//
wit a licsense to kill emcees that get plain smaked an folded up//
Im a spit the punchline and watch you blow-up//
its only my 6 bar- you already wish i didnt show up//
out the shadows.. one of the best of the west-coast//
didn't want to spit when he saw my name, sorta like strep-throat.//
you ain't throwin a punch, yo' ass is throwin a fit//
and while your loadin your strap, i'm done blowin the clip//
you think u got punchlines? to me thats actin silly//
you couldn't "cum phat" if you "ejaculated to free willy"//
U couldn't spit ill if ya salivary glands secreted the aids virus//
kill u in heaven so u stay lifeless, I stay nicest on the track//
put dis "Aam" cat out cuz he spittin my pricelss flows that he jacked//
I ignite like jet pistons, i have blessed writtens,use a yung bitch like sum kittens//
after this battle i wont be the last standin but best spittin//
leave u with 110 stitches, u left spittless, it's like u had 16 death wishes//
you can't touch the mic nor phaze-me cause u were left-fistless//
u lucky i got crazy and left u wit a dead-witness//
AMP MY man watch as i explode-ya-brain,//
i'd make u feel me even if u were under the influence of novekain//
hold the game, dis win is surleymine,u bleed when i throw-up-flames//
Had to draw a picture of ya crime scene untill the photo's-came//
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