Curb Servin', Turning rhyme writers into pen-droppers
We been proper, I'm number the no.1 club hopper
Gonna Hit top or bottom, Swing and sock flops that're rotten
If we see you we will let you know the beef is not forgotten
So start trotting if you see me first, curse under your breath
Let out your last ounce of bravado if you've got some left
Hip Hop liberals be like "stop the violence", silence
when I want your opinion, I'll give it to you
I'm shit talkin, walkin, no ripping through crews
Stalking and chalking up Wu-wannabees in a pinch like a vulcan death grip
(Yo yo yo) You best protct ya neck, kid
I give daps and love to those that deserve to be respected
Let's hit the corner, then mash to Mad Bar
Where poetic verse spills fluently fluid like Patois
You know that Creole lingo, Niggas bump my singles
because they paint vivid images like Marge did to Ringo..

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hey y'all i didnt write dis ma broths jus copied it off sum site. Punk. that'll teach me to leave ma shit signed in. Sorry for dis shit. Peace

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dope

Associate with thugs, locate clubs and create love
In the Ghetto, so my name placed in brackets above
Fame Laced in jackets by ROCA-WEAR a real stud
Cats boast about their post but don’t roast the host with funk
Believe whatever but you have to weave together a hunk
Of junk to be legit in this shit no such thing as a clever chump

U can come up in this bogus thread
Started my brother, whos on drunk on beer
Chat rhymes all u like and front all u want
But it says 0-2, u aint even got 1
Every battle on Rv u ever been in
U've lost, damn.. u must jus b lettin em' win
With 200 posts i'd tink ur record wud b better
Jus goes to shows ur a punk lightweight who aint got no cheddar

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Rhymes dash out the brain and smash the lame but cash
Is my aim trash is lame cause rash on a mainframe in a flash
Write great but lightweight but you the type hate to see
Skills that builds rhyme empires your nickel dime desires be
Whack,

u cant keep up with tru ryda he'll dust u into the past/
ur on a fuckin trycicle,while im in my f-50 guzzlin gas/
u fuckas wanna start kick all yalls asses/
im a penetrator hit u in da heart everytime i rhyme/
im like an aligator rip ya head off like a poptart, in my spare time/
and i slit ya mommas throat in her sleep and pop ya dad wit my nine/