My style is sick, like kids brutally beat in MJacksons basement/
Plus my punchlines hit hard enough to give fat ppl facelifts/
I attack wit land mines that stick to ya chest/
Livin off the flesh in my teath like it was floride and Crest/
Lyrical biblical sinical, antispiritual rituals that be rippin thru like acidouse chemicals, multiple tenticles that attack identical, while leavin residue, thats be leaving U needing somebody more than medical/
Dangerouse sylibles rithin U of anything sacred/
U was braught up by love, and crushed down by my hatred/
so many bullets wisslin got U thinkin nothins real like in da matrix/
My shit 'll make niggaz heads shrink like an ancient haition voodoo spell/
Know that the lord gave me talent, but im artistik as hell/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

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718 i rock well, it ain't hard to tell

nigga u dont want it cause i'll size out ya body and drop u in ya after life coffin
u goin up against blaq-ink thats gonna end ya life before it starts like women havin abortions
no need to speak cause i can ead lips
........did under what i sid u stupid fuckin prick
if u want it come to my door dont worry i'll be the only 1 to answer that
cause once u start knockin and i greet ya u wont be alive 2 answer bac

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yall niggaz just like the u.s.army bein all u can be
but u fuckin wit the king so show respect and bow 2 ya knees

i know ur niggaz on here we'll b hatin but fucc it diz is my shit

1 2 da 2 dissin me on wax, when i cum 4 ya wit gun blazing wut da fucc u gonna do
3 2 da 4 when i meet bitches i always give dem their option of laying down, open their mouth wide or gettin down on all 4's on da flo
5 2 da 6 i only thangz i luv in diz world is fam, sex, smokin dro, drinkin, & stackin chips
7 2 da 8 neva test my nuts cuz 1st time u do dat'z ur death date & u'll die at a slow rate
9 2 da 10 i luv gettin diz money wit my peeps round da way, if i had anotha chance i'll do it again

let me end this trend before it begins, a whole page of wack emcees/
what ever happened to nice cyphers you kids, in here it sounds like MTV/
you 'posed to spit about whatever, be clever, and let it rip/
so far all i see is feathers, no real weight, just riding dicks/ (beef and shit)
mmm yea a clit, sorry i get real sexual when writing TEXT-U-ALL-s/(textual)
things, thats right you bitch, all filler, no room for best u all/
my wordplay have you biting the curb-all-day/
got yall doin the gangsta lean, for when i spit you turn-my-way/
gettin tropical in this topical-freestylin type spit, dirty like denim jeans,but split when you sit/
im vicous wit-it, id lvoe to stay but im chillen-wit-chicks, you should understand the way im rhymmin this shit/

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup

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718 i rock well, it ain't hard to tell

step da fucc bacc y'all & give me my space in diz bitch
just shut ur fuccin mouth & listen as a nigga kicks it
i was born in a raggedy ass run down apartment building
now dat i'm 22 i got 3 different children
by 3 different bitches i was tricked 2 have kids by dez 3 sluts
i didn't realize dey had poke holes in my rubbers b4 i got up in dey guts
i was neva told til da kids were in their stomachs dat i have got dem pregnant
but now dat i think bout it i really am starting 2 regret it

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*.::RhyMe*DisCipLe::.*

so sick like i had time 2 practice in a Slightfull ditch....
Flow so crazy like i was related 2 a suicidal bitch.......
u want a Car i can hook u up wit a Herse.....
if words cud kill i'd murda a couple MCS a Verse...
shit dont get worse...like i robbed ya perse....
rippin emcees is like sprite..it always quench ma thirst...
leave rows on ya head like u was Lotto...*8 mile*
call me thirst...now 'SHow em my motto'....
MAGIC will happen when u hear me rapp....
when i battle they turn 2 cowards...HOLD DAT!......


iight im out jus a 8 minute keystyle na mean ~1~

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...i didnt pick this, sorry i gotta knock u out wit da quickness...
...Dey say Dis trick slick, Not even tylenol can cure my sickness...
...I dont mess wit hoes i jus get da Pro sluts...
...Ya 13 man crew will be left like a bakers dozen of Doughnuts...

I'd slap a bitch twice, not to be mean but I mean
Is being a rapper just one of my crazy dreams
Or is it gonna turn out to be more than it seems
Some of my rhymes might have no themes
Any way, jus had to say it, back to my ice cream

EDIT: Font

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*.::RhyMe*DisCipLe::.*

ive had enough of cats sayin they tough
its a bluff they a tough as blue sky smirnoff
makin cats retiren while im admiren their perspiren
im firen multiple gats
dropin cats
upboostin my stats
this rhyme overlaps other raps
so they collapse
and fall with tears in front of they peers
im drinkin hin cheers

i drop flows,hotta than cold toes touchin hot coals
i spit punches quicker than rebounding car dampers ova pot holes

Listen, I'm a good dude wit bad choices, but even I yearn to be great/ hate teachers, so I don't need school I'll learn from mistakes/ on the street my homeboys call me Lorenzo Tate/ cause you'd have to be a movie the way my rims rotate/ I spit sick all day like cancer patients/ if I wasn't appetizing the whole game would be tasteless/ but I ain't got no label yet, I'm just a free agent/ so don't nobody get jealous cause I bust at all ages/ no racism here, I react to every gender, each religion and all races/ I'm the most looked at thing since playboy had naked women in their pages/ I live my life without question/ you could lock me up for two years, just to teach me a lesson/but my lawyer so good, I just stand at the gate for bout three seconds/ and I won't settle for anything less than that/ cause cops will get lost in ya money, like a casino map/ and if you see me on the street spittin, you'd be like I didn't know Al Pacino rapped.

Krispez
Off the dome every minute of my life.
I stay hot, yo holla at me if you wanna spit somethin.
krispez16@yahoo.com
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