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06-24-04, 06:04 PM | #1 | ||
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Lyrical Murder...respond back..
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Hahah fuck it, fuck u 5mic, fuck Mjust, wanna talk shit then fuck y'all
Its beef mutherfuckers, taste it, smell it, fuckin feel it 5mic u aint shit dawg, despite what anyone thinks When I first came , u was nice, your style jus fuckin got goofy since then "Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me, an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me" "I didn't say battlin' me would be impossible, I just think it's highly muthafuckin' improbable" canibus :: Verse 1 :: Bitch when I rap-its-war, u can have-this-board I'll bring hatchets, ta leave u faggots, fuckin asses-tore I ravage-whores, a passion-formed, under a savage-lord I'll give u what your askin-for, RB's very own fuckin matadore When tha ski mask-is-worn, u can bet tha gats-near Don't push me, I'll get up in u pussies, like a fuckin papsmere I told y'all last-week, I'm gonna run this rap-shit 5mic u lil fuckin whack-bitch, no ones got my back-kid U can't match-this, your gay like tha scottish flag-is Pussy like tha cat u tagged-with, ask-Flow, I'll make u look stupid like your tracks-did Get off my path-quick, I'm swingin for your fuckin voice-box Bitch tried ta rip me, but he's to busy, clingin on his boys cock haha fuck it, verse 2 :: Verse 2 :: Heres a riddle-clip, if I pistol-whip, this little-bitch Would he be scared, or prepared for when tha fuckin missiles-hit I'm not ta be fiddled-with, lyrics ill enough ta cripple-kids Your all on some simple-shit, I got utencils-gripped, that'll put holes thru your dimples-trick My mentals-sick, this pencils-quick, ta just write-you-off I mean fuck it, its nothin, to out ryhme-you-dawg Faggots like-you-applaud, when your husbands-diss-C This bitch raps, about rippin cats, but off tha mic your a fuckin-sissy Like u could ever up-n-rip-me, or even come half-ill Its sick, but no one rides dick, like Mjust tha fuckin fag-will man u know u cant win beef over me dawg u should fuckin know better by now :: Verse 3 :: Your over rated-kid, I'm not afraid ta say-it-bitch I don't wanna hear, bout your fuckin queer, relationships Mjust stopped spittin when he tasted-Reddot, I'll get you hated-trick Miss_Jess, Mjust shouldnt be mated-with, put away-his-dick Go ahead blame-this-shit, as tha reason u leave-rap I can't believe-that, MMR easily ripped your weak-ass Ask Reddot tha kings-back, I can tell u eat, sleep, n breath-whack I'll give u beef-fag, Mjust was seen-last, runnin from C's-track I fuckin speak-facts, 5mic's couldnt handle tha streets-wrath Horus could easily rip this cheap-cat, so I'll jus take-his-pride When my words penetrate, his brain, it'll fuckin rape-his-mind Its easy ta slay-this-guy, who drops hanus-ryhmes Bitch this boards-mine, I'll snap this coward n break-his-pride I'm bringin flagrant-lines, u faggots can't handle-this Its insanity, how your families, already got tha fuckin candles-lit haha fuck it, one more for u fuckin faggots :: Verse 4 :: This fuckin shit-is-magic, that kid-is-faggot Can't believe y'all think this bitch-is-savage, dicks-his-habit This shits-classic, sick spits-blasted, Flow gets ripped-its-tragic (oops haha) Your scripts-is-passive, bitch I shouldn't even let-you-ryhme Someone said-you-bite, I fuckin bet-you-tried Mjust no one respects-you-why?, is it tha dicks RB says-you-ride? I should just dead-you-guys, and sign-you-off We can have beef, but I'll fuckin actually, find-you-dawg Its time-you-pause, take rap n give-it-up I don't wanna fight you, but when I'm thru, all u'll spit-is-blood Murder this dickless-kunt, won't be happy till his wrists-get-cut These bitches-suck, timid-fucks, 5mic get off my-nuts You betta be prepard to finish what you start Mjust, i aint beefing, unless u get mad bout it But 5mic u gotta stop talkin so much shit
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