The rhymes I say hit harder than a hammer to a nail;
Leaves the bitch hard and stiff as if they were stale;
And all the shit I gather together and then I pile;
Leaves the bitch all alone thinkin nothin but suicidal;
Thinkin he can beat me with his own techniques;
I slam these rhymes through ya head like Dominique;
Burnin ya ass in the pit cant spit it out cause ya weak;
Wont reach ya peak with works you've done every week;
Ya wack as hell and everyone can tell that ya been bitin;
Cause everything ya got someone else has been writin;
Don't deny it we know you've tried it, why did you write it;
So why are ya battlin when ya can't even go and fight it;
Ya can't make up ya mind on what to write on whats right;
Whats right is droppin that mic cause ya ain't tight ya bite;
Ya got a dick stuck up in ya ass higher than Don king's hair;
Ya gonna lose so all ya have left to do is say ya own prayer;
Everyone is better than you cause at least they rhyme;
The peak I reached in my prime is too high for ya to climb;
I reach higher in the sky above the clouds in the O zone;
Get girls to moan cause my dick gets that deep to their bone;
Ya might go jump off a bridge cause ya can't fall any deeper;
Why don't ya jump down 6 feet and I will play the grim reaper;

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It doesnt matter if you win as long as you give everything in your heart

- michael jordan

I am gonna be what i wanna be, but not just what i wanna be but what i am.

- 2hot2handle(myself)

feedback please

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It doesnt matter if you win as long as you give everything in your heart

- michael jordan

I am gonna be what i wanna be, but not just what i wanna be but what i am.

- 2hot2handle(myself)

someone look at this please

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It doesnt matter if you win as long as you give everything in your heart

- michael jordan

I am gonna be what i wanna be, but not just what i wanna be but what i am.

- 2hot2handle(myself)

hey yo ill slice you dice you leave your body in a locker.
next time u step leave those rhymes in da trashcan wit oscar.
u ill teach u some shit right down to da basics.
u sound like a wack white boy who couldnt make it.
ill tell u rite now dat im da best.
so dont put me to da test.
catch an ak bullet rippin through each breast.
ill roll wit dat black and gold till im old.
u too weak nigga ur betta off jus to fold.
u fukin faggot u know u cant hack it.
u dont get no pussy so jus stay home and wack it.
yo ill warn u once dont even respond.
but if u feelin froggy jump dog.
i mean god damn i shut u up in da first two lines.
cant nobdy in dis bitch wit flows sweeter than mine.
yo if u ready to rumble im ready to rock.
i treat ur momma like new kids and put her on da block.
u spit at me u know dat thing dat im totin.
ill hit u wit dat heavy metal and leave ur ass rockin and rollin.


holla back

Any nigga wanna battle go ahead and try/ Young smirf motherfucker ain't scared of no guy..... i mean bitch/ ain't that your name/ talkin' sesame street shit Folks you a lame/ I'm only fifteen and the Mobb is coming/ you paranoid you hear footsteps yo' ass start runnin'/ look nigga i ain't even start to diss you/ cuz you pussy i can tell motherfucker cuz you soft like tissue/ if you a drug dealer then why you dress bummy/ nigga you used to be a Playboy but now you just the bunny/ lets go!!! And look nigga i ain't done/ i'll nut in your girls ear homey so she can hear where i'm coming from/ and you faggot got to fuckin' realise/ that we use Pitchfork/ and you use pocketknives/ all man you awoke a beast/ Never sold a brick or a nick your not on corners of streets/ can't take the heat bitch cuz it's startin' to melt ya'/ this niggaz a puddy cat like he was sylvester/ And yeah nigga i stay wit them things/ so fuck the Five nigga and Fuck that bitch Latin King/ Latin King nigga you better just become a gospel singer/ cuz ain't nothing good coming out of Virginia/ except the Neptunes and Timbaland/ and i got that good weed that get me high man/ but my weed i call peterpan because when i'm high i never ever land/ and look yeah you get props on what you posted/ but talk some more shit like that you bond to get folded/ like notebook paper/ I'll run up in the house nigga and get your blood all over the drappers/ shit, I told you faggot niggaz/ Smirf gangster and will neva hesitate to pull them triggaz/yeah nigga my flow it's hot like sun/ And i got ninety-nine problems but Latin King ain't one!!!! Bitch ass nigga catch up wit me..