a 60 cent/OG collab



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60 into:
Standin above the Fallen Body- My Eyes fill As I Begin to Cry
Gotta Ask Myself Why, and Did this Man Really Deserve To Die
Maybe He Shudnt Have Said, Some of The things He Let be known
Head an Heart Heavy- the Victim Broken, The Murderer speaks with overgrown

OG
ok Lyrikill take it slow you sound hysterical is this a joke
What your say’in cant be so you cant sleigh a man with flow

60
He Deserved It Overgrow-He a Snake Talkin Bout Me Behind My Back
I Tried To Let It Slide-Homies Told Me To Cut him Some Slack
So I Did-But when I Heard The Latest-I Cudn't Beleive He drop So low
Dissin me-Sayin "Played"-"Wackness"-An That The WizeMan Has No Flow

OG
Alright that’s fine he had it com’in but you act like he died just from frontin
yet You deny takin any action that may explain the reason of his passin
if you didn’t rhyme his ass blind then who do you suppose gored out his “I’s”
why is hung from the chorus hook from one of his corny wornout rhymes

60
Honest, I Was Just Sittin There Chillin-Wit No intent Of Me Killin
When We Began To Do battle-I cud See He Had a Weakness
Claimin "Rhyme-Style" He Said I cud Never Out Reach His
I Showed My Flow-Before I Know, He Hits The Floor an I go for the door
But Instead Of Runnin And Hidin-I Keep Spittin an Spittin
My Style An Meta-Phors To His Head They Kept Hittin An Hittin

OG
Shit, you showed him yo, now look at what flows
Blood from his ears throat and even his fucked up nose
I can see by the cold glare where once was his poor eyes
Either He’s been lyrically overdosed or verbally lobotomized
Peeps just not gonna openly believe he just O.D.’ed himself and died
I concede we wrap him in clean sheets, and feed him to the deepest creek we find

60
No That Sounds Too Risky-He’ll Turn Up Soon or Later I Just Know
Like a Turd in The Toilet-He’s Bound to Break The Surface and Float
Well I Didn’t Really Wanna Harm Him-But I Think We Outa De-Arm-Him
Cut Off his Head With a Crack of an Ax-Butcher His Legs Up ta the Caps
Then He’ll Fit nice in a Bag-Sprinkle Wit Lime and Bury Out Back

OG) hold up… what was that, I think I just saw his lip move!!
60) I Think I Saw him Move Too- Thought This Dude was’a Dead Issue
60) I Think He’s Tryin to Speak-Did You Hear What He Just Said?
OG) he whisperd, “your rhymes are still weak, and he flows better than you half dead”
60) WHAT!! Fuck It Ovagrown-Hand Me That Brush
60) Im Gonna Knock this ameatur's Teeth into Touch
OG) now before you loose your temper and finish this fool off once and final
OG) I think I have the answer to our dilemma but it hinges on his survival
OG) Since he’s engrossed in’a comatose condition, I say we road trip ta “Neverland Mansion”
OG) leave him in line with his fly open and blame it on perverted Michel Jackson

60)/OG) {laughing} fo'sho

OG) consider it handled
60) Then We Better Get Crackin…

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peace OG

Thats pretty funny..

i liked it some of the flow was off but it was phat

Shit, you showed him yo, now look at what flows
Blood from his ears throat and even his fucked up nose
I can see by the cold glare where once was his poor eyes
Either He’s been lyrically overdosed or verbally lobotomized
Peeps just not gonna openly believe he just O.D.’ed himself and died
I concede we wrap him in clean sheets, and feed him to the deepest creek we find

^ that was a phat ass verse..nice job