Yo Here is a little message for that Dyke T_Pound

Time to get rollin haven’t done this in a while
Hit your moms ass did that shit doggy style
and just for kicks I let your daddy watch
I was tearin up your mom, yo daddy grabbed my crotch
then it dawned on me why use gay in the mental
busted your dad in the mouth, sent him to the dental
knocked 6 teeth out pretty easy, he don’t floss
put my dick in yo moms ass and yelled “ who da boss”
ohhhh shit, I haven’t even started
rolled yo mom over then she pussy farted
damn that shit stank turned the room all hazy
thought I was in Iraq chemical warfare, crazy.
Time to flip this ova to JGO AKA beat off killer
JGO, Turn this nigga out like Michael Jackson did in thrilla

T_Pound, swallow this

As I sit here and read what you said
Something hit me! You're like that stupid horse Mr. Ed
Now how you gonna call yourself T_Pound
The more I say it, the lamer it sounds
Come to think of it, T_Bag sounds like a better name
It goes to show how much you like the ball-dippin' game
Dip Dip swallow, that shit must turn you on
The bigger the nuts, the bigger your hard-on
Your mom on the other hand, gave me one too
Stuck it in her eye, and then I yelled 'Guess Who'
Nah fuck that, I change my mind
I would just like to visit your sister and do the bump n grind
Then if she insists, I can lick her nipple
But I really only want to keep it simple
See at first, I'd stick it where the sun don't shine
Make her moan like non other, I hope your mom don't whine
Then I'm gonna pounce my dick in her ear
Shoot the load, and then have my self a Killian's beer
I don't like you, I'm sure you can tell
Something else hit me, your pussy has a cheesy smell

C'mon then,

Man i cant be Trusted, test me and You'll get ur head busted//
World Wit No Justice Turnin my Motherfucking stomach disgusted//
This wrist's knife's thrusted, my life's dusted im highly combusted//
Im The Rotten Apple, rusted strong earthern crusted im halloucusted//
blood lusted that'll leave ya smutherd on da stage like musterd//
ur crib adjusted, your whole clan kids gettin robbed and abducted//
My Missiles continental spreadin panic inside cerebrals and mental//
Fuck a gentle im savage when i flow to a fuckin beep's instrumental//
anti inviromental, made families about they kids sentimental//
My Smith n wesson "3-8" that you'll adore to hate make u debate//
the enemy of the state make emcees relate, i make em degrade//
shits hot 360 grade makin u wish in da crib u stayed chopped hearts inslaved//
allow me to introduce the criminology that'll produce..//
nuke and anthrax..//
brake backs you'd be lookin a hunchback..//
you cant hit them illness mixed wit straight wisdom..//
that'll fly up in ur system...//

Switch Style~~

So watch your 'P's an 'Q's when you spittin at me, i'll use every line against ya an win ya wit 'E's//
that's 'P'ure 'Q'aulity 'E'mceein, my rhymes flow like wind through the trees//
i'll be tearin off leafs, 'stump' ya 'bark' then i'll leave//
your a baby shark in a fish pond, i'm a killer whale in the sea//
i'll mussle ya mouf so ya bites gone//
i'm blowin up like Iraq, a mine that's under ya feet//
it's like i blown all ya legs off, no fucker 'steppin' to me//
fuck the first four i'm rhymin 'E' to the 'Z', that's 22's i'm rollin off, no-one's outshinin my gleam//
i'm un'linin' you apart by the seems, only time you faggits 'beat' me was in ya wet dreams//
one man takin on teams i'm makin mashin up mothafuckers my means//

-Out-

Uppin^^^

he he he that shit was stupid busta, how long has that been in your back pocket?
I am the new type of nigga that will rip yo eye outta its socket
I am not in this for any glory or fame
That dusty ass rap was pretty fuckin lame
this shit is personal strait up no repsect
Here is some advice T_bag get yo head checked

nugga

my vote jgo....

Blah Blah Blah you're shit makes me want to puke
Talkin' about earth mines, I'll hit you with my verbal nuke
How unoriginal can yo ass git
At first I thought I was listening to E-40's shit
I wish you'd spit somethin' good
Where the fuck's yo come back dood
I'm tellin' ya, don't laydown like this
It's bad for yo health and yo stupid biz

t pound kicked they asses man their shit was simple and tpounds was complexer
vote tpound

My Rhymes written to perfection, slicin through bodies like C-Sections//
Pierce like lethal injections, destroyin' wack emcee infections//
My spit's be flowin' in perfect direction, Mc Nug you a miss conception//
I'ma bury yo wit my Lyrical deception//

You better off singin' Love ballads like U2//
like "dame dash" you wann start shit with out no Clue yo Nug i'm rippin chunks out'a you//
nug ain't 'ill', this punks got the flu//
bitch so high, he didn't step up he flew//
it like Nug is missy elliot, spittin rat a tat tat//
i turn this rap shit to a riot, this Jgo cat a wack twat//
spittin icecubes like that, i defrost you Nug, i AM hot like friction burns on ya knees, fo'real//
see how flames make ya sqweel, like a ungratful pig you spittin out ya last meal//
my mobile BBQ, all up in ya grill, you rhyme like an addict comin down off a pill//
you like "Jgo i need more" you 'cold' turkey//
get the fuck from my door, off my dick , you can't jerk me//

Uppin

Votes PLZ^^^