DUB S chart-toppa- freestyle king
internationally know as a country sweeper
i sweep thru all yaw niggas and kep it clean
im like a DVD but i come wit mo features
breakin records quicker den vinals (records)
i pack a punch in a small package like a niner
yaw like me till yaw see ima minor
i14 and i got betta ServE(ise) den diner

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~I hate new-b's on here talkin alot of shit~
~Really this wacko's stink worse than sweaty arm-pits~
~Given us a bad name,dissen vets and we gettin tha blame~
~Gettin tarred wit tha same brush, they need to be tamed~
~Rantin and Ravin sayin that they are tha best~
~Talkin shit bout how they can take any1, im not impressed~
~They won't be talkin bull-shyt when i'm through~
~puttin these herbs down...get to tha back of tha cue~

I make a freestyle bout a freestyle,check it its slick,tha only thing bout this free text is I get paid for it.I stay tha shit like I can't control my stool,I like Higher learner but dat don't mean I'ma go ta school.I jus blow dat bud,and sip dat M G Dizzo,and fuck hoes,fuck no you gets none of my bucks fa shizzo.No H ta tha Izz O,jus D ta tha eF,and if you heard how you sound like me you wanna be Deaf.Cause my game is seasoned and your ganarich brand,you wanna be 50 cent you can get shoot by many man,many,many,many,man hit you and ya girl up in tha Mini Van.

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And tha people sayHell Yeah!Blaze in dis Biotchhhh

Fagget ass shackles dont know wat hes talkin bout~
Get it right ur an HERB now bitch wheres my sourcrout~
But hes not the only bitch who thinks hes on top~
Hes just the bitch that keeps comin and wont stop~
Most these other cats is startin to understand~
That they dont belong...so they all went to neverland~

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The Council

the new testamin ft. anxiety (must see)

Bubba Bible Ft. Ajax[/SIZE]

~Yo this boy flow2crazy jus won't leave me alone~
~Dude won't let it go, he's like a dog wit a bone~
~Yeah this dude know alot about neverland~
~wearin tights and jus as fake as peter pan~
~He needs to move on and forget it~
~If u dun, your gonna need a whole lot of paramedics~

I burnt some bread this morning, it made me cry
It was the last to slices, I had to eat rye!
I hope dat shit neva happens f'sho
I hate rye, I dont want it no mo'

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i was browsin through the forums, what do i see?
another flaming noob comes up to me
bigest hugest retarded probly in the world
it was so pathetic, i nearly hurld
he got o nthe forums, his posts he did mass
so i got up and blamed his ass

w0ot

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*life as a farmer
Sometimes bread is nice, but they stale today.
the harvest was great, the crew came back with em group-ayes...
But this dude taddled wit em, I Wonder'd what he wanted..
a battle I guess, U see us farmers aint easily taunted,
My mind was occupied while i was ripping this fag-get
"damn, need to go somewhere and buy some Bag-gets"
But fuck im hungry, so i'll make my first one fatal..
Lols.. killed that dumbass, then came back inside for a bagal.
So.. moral of this story, I dnt know.. proly something lyrical..
Im jus hungry, but the breads stale.. so...wheres the cereal?..

Wtf was that?... my bad....

I had some candy and this dude wanted some of mine
I told him "Hell No!' and pulled out my loaded nine
I laughed evily then jus comiited a horrorible crime
I took off running away from the coming line-
Of Cops coming down the street
I threw away my Heat
And ran to the nearest place to eat
Hid under the largest table for a little more
When I was caught by the cops and I blamed it all on the whore
Who told me I had to kill the owner of the liquor store
Because the other night she got in his truck
Then they began to fuck, and she didn't get a buck

I've changed my way, Now back with the psa/
Yeah the Q he is gay, but with me it's okay/
SMokin' dro with Ziggy, Fuckin' hoes, I ain't picky/
My rhymes ain't tricky, they stand out like a sticky/

the realist shit I've spoke, So ill it hurts my throat/
I wake up snork some coke, Drink till I about choke/
Do I give a shit? Nope, cuz everything I do is dope/
If you don't beleive me, just check a c-explicit post/
If you can't conceive me, get ready for a respective roast/
I will merk you, jerk you... ya head sideways ready for impact/
Girls, I'll work you, twerk you, you need to get ready for this mac/

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Sometin close makes me wanna express, what I feel to-wards this ideal vision of the opposite Sex.
Shelley, makes me fly higher than kites in the sky makes my knees jelly every time I pass by… Her..
Im dyin for, a life outside our class room, and Glass views, wit a close up of ure ass zoomed.. Lols.
Im past school.. I wanna hold u in my arms embrace.. Promise if u wit me, that’s all ure hurts and their harms erased.

But...Im farming hate, ready to blow if u dont want me wit u.. but dw.. I aint the type to go after I hit u...Ho.
*fuck I cant make up my mind..

My intellectual growth of the mind
that i use to break spines
with nines that shine fine with glory
this shits not a fable or a made up story
cuz i rock hot spot in drop tops
with hot glosks go ahead in talk
but make sure u can back it up fa real
cuz u dont wanna see ya mouth on the tip of my steel
biiaaaaaatch.

Lettin Bitches And Hoes Know Tha Im Fuckin For Real/
Don't Need No Imitations Cause Im Your Only Deal/
Battle Guys That Fold Under Tha Pressure Like Napkins/
We Only Started So Lets Get This Bitch Crackin/
Come Down Hard On Hoes Who Dun Know Not To Mess/
Neva Mess Wit Me If They Know Wats Gud Im Puttin Them To Rest/
Fake Emcee's Can't Handle My Intillect Duck Out My Eye~View/
You Mutha Fucka's Can't Fuck Wit Me Dun Even Try~To/
Rippin Yall To Pieces Like Vicious Rotwielers Wit Rags/
Im Sharp 'n' Straight To Tha Point Like Thumb Tacks/
Sendin Out A Warning To All Of You Dumb Fags/

(Written As Spitten)
That Shyt Was Wack But Its OK.