fuck austin powers vs the clone im about to introduce my bat to ya dome/
next time dont let your parents leave ya alone
having u cryin to ya mother on the phone
"damnit bitch why u left me alone"
when im in my zone dont try to stop me
ill get biblical and murder "thee"
aim at ya face and begin to pee
have u so scared when someone metions me u run up a tree
oh its too late to flee
look into future youll see me
pissing on ya grave

nigga u pissin to much what u like holdin ya dick
bet u in ya room right now watchin a flik
fuck a bat i got a gat so u besta not trip
im reckless
take what i want snatch ya fuckin neckless
boy you so crunchy eat yo bitch ass for breakfast

this niggaz fruity obsessed with pissin and fecal matters//
his title shouldnt say baby it should say verbal disaster//
talkin bout tell yo parents dont leave you alone//
just cuz you 34 and still livin at home//
with your motha fuckin parents still watching you close//
you still got a firewall, this is a grown up site little nigga just leave it alone//

this lil ass baby from hawaii talkin bout this a grown up site/
no wonder ya rhymes are wack,you couldn't elevate wit that hype/
judgin by ya vocab,ya hooked on phonics and still makin payments/
i smash these bars to ya skull so you can see who you face-in/
you behind these bars,in a striped shirt like steve,wheres blue?/
i got wordplay like scrabble,you missin the board,so get a clue/

all u fluckin newbie groupies are just joshing each others balls//
whats up with that bitching pussy Que he didnt diss my name at all//
the insane gerbil is as he stated crazy and weak//
i eat up baby bitches like the last 4 fags to post any day of the week

yo god thatz weak

cuz im gonna tell you straight up/
eva say sumthin that weak again u gonna get ate up/
dont hate and get mad cuz you cant count 1 to 2/
yo moslikelys is unlikely like a slow nigga could run u/
to me you somewhere b-tween evaporated semen and dehydrated piss/
and dawg you had da wackess diss/
holla at ya boi if you not speechless/


~1~

gahahahaha, like i try in a cypher against pussys tryna get a name like u

ur a fuckin wannabe thug mother goose tryna LAY some knowledge//
u'll go DOWN DA HILL after spittin to me break ur crown making u hesitate in stall-ige//
i dont know why queers go outta their range to try to get recognition//
ur rhymes are more sickenin then u and ya brother in playing in ur treehouse kissin//
im hollerin prick, respond if ur not cumfy laying under 6 feet of dirt//
please respond so u can get shredded again just this time dont rock a skirt//

its been about a half hour, now we know ur either dead or u cant keystyle, pick one u pussy, 1luv.

i got one mo thang to say to you--

you should have named yourself da unfamous/
i know your weak lines leave you unshameless/
so watch yourself in da mirror when i leave u breathless/
only thang you bringin to yo projects is a roll of foil/
cuz you cant get your lines straight like a snake wit no coil/
you'll see soon enough what i mean/
i still the supernatural being in that dream/
and i'll bring to you a prochecy in da revalation/
without your discretion i'll make it and explicit revelation/
one wit me and yo momz repeating time/
and you cant do shit in your unlyrical bind/
next time it wont be this nice it will be way nastier/
check yourself good fo you come back wit sumthin you bastard!!!!!!!!!!! haha hahaha hahahaha

-yo im da blockburna steady burnin ya block try to calm my fire down ya gauranteed to get popped-- blockburna

im da whole and da opposite of h2O that you been missin
you betta come hard when you realize who you dissin/ cuz im on my amatuer level right now/ but i can go flip mode at any second and catch you wit wit my blockburna (blaaauuuwwwww)

~1~

u call urslef block burna but which block yu burnt?//
only time u burn sumthin is when dicks go up ya skirt//

call me shotta, cuz i can send shots ta blow up da bloodclot place//
an if dem shots hit you , dey liftin u inta bloodclot space//

rite off tha top of my hed im burnin you//
mattafact i leave niggaz more burnt dan a bar b que//

das it for now

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http://www.soundclick.com/shotta

Sounds like ya flow was ya inspiration for ya name/
you the baby shotta my flows could be cold but they'd still be hotta/ than your tytest shit what you call your best constipation moment/ smells like your mouth is holdin it/

baby shotta listen dis--

shotta sumbody must have shot you in ya fuckin head/
cuz that line you just spit dawg wuz fuckin dead/
and when you die tell bob i said wuz up/
and try to explain to him why ya lines wuz fucked up/
if ya wanna know what i burned recently/
it wuz ya momz mouth i left that shit greasy/
the only thang left iz yo shoes and yo socks/
then when you touch yo chest you wonder why you got a bloodklot/
shut your rasclot mouth wit yo dirty dredz/
you should be at yo dads house givin head/
until next time you fuckin fagget/
sit down down and shoot up wit yo mom da crackhead



-yo im da blockburna steady burnin ya block try to calm my fire down ya gauranteed to get popped-- blockburna

im da whole and da opposite of h2O that you been missin
you betta come hard when you realize who you dissin/ cuz im on my amatuer level right now/ but i can go flip mode at any second and catch you wit wit my blockburna (blaaauuuwwwww)

~1~

lmfao u spent 2 hours on a verse preschoolers could create in half the time, ur not worth a response, to bad god didnt want to bless u with skills, 1luv.

lissen blockburna 22// like da Nfamous sed u write like a preschooler, an ur wut , 22?//

u likkle bumbo clot pussyhole// tha real reason ya girl left is cuz she sed ya dick reminded her of a tootsie roll//

tha thread is 'rip tha kat above me', but dog ur below me//an we all kno the reason u got hairy palms is cuz u lonely//

das it fa now

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http://www.soundclick.com/shotta