It's all FICTION, I'll beat u to a PULP
Then PUNCH YA LIGHTS OUT, like was boxin wit a BULB

like tits on a nun an balls on a priest,
you's about as usefull as both of these

u give away a million dollars cuz of the hitch/
u had to throw away al ur abercrombie and fitch

yo this is recycled cuz i thought it up in chat but its good, at leest ya know

ur just like a white head pimple on my scrotum
im lookin down on u like where the fuck u come from?

served up quicker than minute rice,
softer than pilsbury at half the price.

It's my first time on, so I'm just gettn' started,
When I'm done everybodies gonna know me as Marvelous

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOLLA AT YOUR BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Marvell man don't act sassy// Or i'll leave you like a used tampon, stiff, bloody and nasty//


"Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like 5 days, words of an oldman in a wheelchair, with silver hair, his eyes where bloody, while describing what lies before me, said evil b*tches and jealous men would try to destroy me, it occured to me this old ni99as words couldn't be realler, i'm on top now slightest drama i have to kill ya, cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water, ismail mosses and joe, move in devine order, sh*t is plastic material having no life, crash whips and leave 'em know matter the price, as long as I survive hop in the five, circle the block where the beefs at and park in front of my enemies eyes, we see that it's war we're gods children, see what we livin is real, aint no heaven or hell, dead is dead f*ckers, and your soul is with god, your mind keeps lurking the earth watching your own murder reoccur" - Nas

im evil/
hit u with my car doin flips like Evil Caneevil

sic like malaria, i 'll take care of ya,
takin over airwaves, causin mass hysteria

i bring flows like niagra falls,i spit the truth bout u coz i got balls,oh u think not,u wana fuck wit me,bitch u couldnt rap if you were putin a gift under a christmas tree.

I'm recyclin ya jus' like you do to ya rhymes//
Crusin a can of pepsi an throwin ya to tha grime//

ill Buck an a-rab, for selling me a broken box of condoms/
And i was clean outa saran so i used a wad of charmin/
out of rhymin?man jus take it to the fix shop/
you gettin played to much like a poor kid with an X box/
i gets hot for my town reppin EP fully/
.38 caliber shots leave holes through out your scully/
never knew money only if it came in from blood/
his brain like a boys pocket filled up wit some slugs/

u like a black person in porn,but its a movie so u still "die"//
only thing is the producer is cheap so it'll be 2 of u in the coffin and the otha body is some gay "guy"//

what you talkin bout dawg yo rhymes is incoherrent/and yo wackness is all to apparent

who dont think u the cock suckin type,
u the teenage micheal jackson look-alike.