ive been to florida.... CRAZY old people... but whatever

bitch listen when i excrete, bullets from my left-cheek in a rounded-streak, as i soundly-speak//
your(e) ^picture^ wishin you had a profound-physique, bitch, ill have you fuckin goin down-on-me. an now we-see, youre: only profound-unique cause prospectives are profoundly bleak//
"straight from flawda an the venomous streets"........... home of the CRIP(ple)s and 'real O(ld)Gs....(REAL OLD)
"penis shriveling" hoodrats like you are just a hassel... admit it bitch you stay by retirement-castle (florida)// ill "fiyah"-an-dazzle-
fill up your hull with gas until youre past-full, the match goes down your heavily gassed-throat// come away unscortched, heavily masked-in-wool//
call up the Dr-Hyde, say i got some pesticide. 'how much do i need to put-inside to make her-die?' not much cause the bitch is prolly sixty five.......


-Anon-

u a anonomousmc cuz no one wants ta kno ya/
on this text thing ill show ya that my bullets will remove ya shoulders/
u a kid im older than wut ur used to/
ill leave u abused kid/

__________________


http://www.soundclick.com/shotta

fuck that, i don know why they call you 'fiah'// ill burn this fool like gasoline on the internal of a tire... //
straight drop the lighter, until the flames brighter// than lightnin strickin a power line wire//
ill leave your fuel tank drier til youre entire tank is gone an youre in-dire// need of gasoline, but ill tell you what you really should desire// you need to fuckin retire.. youre not hot! my coldest blows make you perspire// gas ether or what ever. ill make ya flame expire....

That rap don't make sense
You should condense
Or maybe delete
That wasn't a feat
Just a bunch of bullshit
You should just quit
Retire early
I'm not being surly
Just telling the truth
You want proof?
Read what you typed
It ain't even hyped
Don't work at all
You got nothin' playa
You're a wannabe saya
Got no game
Got no fame
I'll put a sprain
On your vein
And you'll bleed
You might need
A bandaid or tape
To cover that scrape
Well little boy, this rap's been fun
Sorry to leave early, but I'm done.

dont bite and try to LOAN..my flow leaves ya skill ALL-GONE
whut the hell is this, damn i think i just CROSSED HIS BONES

Crossed my Bones?
Y'all don't even know
Can't begin to understand my flow
You just a retard, too slow
Can't get tickets to my show
See you at the door and say no
I don't want you to go
You ain't a friend, just a foe
You got no skills, you blow
I'm clean, like snow
You're nasty, like dirt
Need to put on a shirt
Messin' with me you gonna get hurt
You should put on a skirt
And stop tryin' to flirt
I ain't like you, I ain't a fag
I don't got a subscription to a gay porno mag.

stay anonomous thats best for a snitch left in the dark ather my mac took your bicth back to holding your cock all u do is jack your dick and jack raps your nothing like me all i do is sell sacks and pack gats next time make sure that spit anonomuous i flow fire like da piss from your dick

this kross bones cat is whack like his mom duk doing crack i'll put this bitch back on the track slap him wit my gat he'll have my money in 10 mins flat smoking a sack so i know i'm blunted you rap like the malbuls most wanted so dont say shit before i pop clips do what most fag rappers do bones is back to suking dicks

You shouldn't talk Harry
Go back to sucking off Larry
When I drop my verse
You start to curse
You know you can't touch it
My rap's sweet, your's is shit
You should just quit
You can't touch me son
Rappin' 'bout your gun
That been said before
Don't wanna hear it anymore
Get some creative beats
Off the mean streets
Stop copyin' others
And tryin' to be like the brothers
Just shut up and stop rappin'
And go back to your bitchslappin'.

kross bonez

fuck understandin my shit, youre lucky you even saw my verse// youre sposed to have the IQ of a child to even read it first//
--You cant see what my lyrics mean, in your eyes they shine// im confusing as fuck.... like this next line:
with a blunt-edged-spoon, gave you a gun-shot-wound//
rhymes are "above your head" at all times like sun-and-moon//
the funnies part isnt really how loose-you-rhyme//
its that you dont even see you just got crucified//

hodean

try an dissappear from this-shit-here// youll get hit-with-spheres flying back from the mystic-years//
here's what youll see from me: flashes, full-clips,-hearse//
simply cause it took 13 minutes (3:52-4:05) to write that bullshit- verse//
you need to work on youre vocation// cause you couldnt FREE if you was a DONATION//
my words are in position an formation// to hack your computer an change your location (minneapolis)//
what i do to cats commitin wack-representation// is devastatin, like hittin it then back-to-masterbation.....

Anonomous

Talk about my IQ?
I'm a lot smarter than you
You ain't got the brains
And ain't got the range
To verse with me
Can't you see
You say you just try to be
You, and act like you're not fake
Give me a break
And go take
A dose of reality
You don't have a mentality
Just some stupid ass words
That are just fucking absurd
Saying I got luck
I don't give a fuck
So what if it's on my side
I still can't hide
The fact that you suck and can't rap
If I was you I would snap
My paper and pen
And go back to fucking gay men.

come on kross wit the fag shit your da frist gay mc sucking dick keep talking and your throw back can hold a clip your wack like woopings i'm hot like da crack i'm cooking when i see u i'm back to jucking punk rapers get jacked well every ones looking u must like saying fag stuff kross bones in jail wit abig black man getting it ruff come to my hood hood if u thinging u tough i'll have u sipping that date rape stuff look at u now on that GHB you talk like you part of da MLPS P.D homie dont lose your head bicth rappers like u stay talking to feds

Sorry G
Gay shit ain't for me
You just mad cause my lyrics is tight
I can flow all night
What I say is right
And you're just wrong
Suckin' a schlong
Tryin' to get in my face
I'll fucking erase
You and your posse
I'll hire a kamikaze
Bomb strapped across his head
Sorry dawg, you'd be dead
Old boyfriends cryin'
Wonderin' why you're dyin'
Family starts to weep
'Cause I put you 6 feet deep.

anonomous you can't drop booms like this wish u can spit like this anonoomous da unkown gay rapper harry's slicker then lacker u your still a back packer and u don't even thow up tags stop rearing those rags dressing like fags wish u had a thow back UH u keep looking at them little boys now UH be real you just a ugly mc tring to be all u can be your da opposite of R kelly i posted u on da web giving little boys head stop da madness a go back to being the badest bitch

i saw kross bones in a pair of thongs on internet haven sex wit a veitnam vet girl rappers like u get thay white tee wet yell like a bitch when u get hit o i see you on stage holden your dick but thats me in the crowd hoden da 4 fith u better forefit u don't want NO war kid/ befriend U - THEN put u on da block wit a pak next u be doing a bid u must be triping on sid thinking u hot like me i'll bring the pic's out da closet of u drinken pee and post it on the web kross bones band from t.v

what what u cats don't want war !!!!