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^Dog... U actually wack, why U talkn shit when ya words R foul,
You the type to goto the circus and be real nervous of clowns...
Homie Bird is a noun, and you fit the description perfectly,
Watchn ya lines remind me of what a distinctive herb'LL bee,
Try again, ya style's a denial we all admit to, wack you shit dude,
And if wack wasnt a trend you would need something else to skip thru.
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this mans mind is in the box and locked in/
he cant find the key so he doesnt get out often/
u can kno me as the walk the walk man..cuz i aint all about tlkin/
but when i spit, my words r hard n urs seems to soften/
he says i can make u "SUICIDAL"/
well..this man has no eyes no wonder y he fits the title/
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To Ice-Kool
Yo son be cool as ice when u take these shots
suicidal thoughts, I'm throwin lyrical darts
Like Lupe on the billboard this dude is ice cold
I spit diamonds this dude is fool's gold, a few bars put his career on hold
The pyrex remain toxic, Kwic Draw da Snowman the way I bring the rocks in
Fuck wallstreet, I need a stocks and bondsman
Call me Zab Juddah the way this man is boxed in
I aint vengeful, burn up ice with jet fuel,
For that head ur girl just gave me I'ma remain thankful
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whakkin weak mc's iz considered my profession
so consider me a professor and class is now in session
first lesson mah chrome smith an wessan
ull make ya jump like republicans at the last presidential election
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Every line that he spit was ripped
Played out lines for played out bitch
This bitch things he is young buck
but seen a picture for him with sig young suck
Dont really play around if dont want a live vacation
in the ground
Take your young ass home than come back when your
all growen.
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well lets c, what that b
JUST SO weak
my words leave ya heart broke n make u cry thru da week
dem shells leave yo body cold and make u bleed from da brain
cuz u kno my choppers ready, cock back and i make it rain
an i aint talkin bout that money cuz its hard 2 feel
im like a superman g im da man of steel
an i aint talkin bout my body, i mean dem slugs u feel
im sorry 2 chop u up an leave yo body mangled
an cuz u dont believe me
have ya moma ova you sayin baby dont leave me
when im done wit yo ass u b bleedin bleedin!!!
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Yo' fuck this nigga, I mean, he can't b an emcee, too ass
Garbage like tha neighbors trash
You kiddin', Comedy guy right?, told you you was raw
Yo' punches retired with Mohammed and ya lines is in ya nose thru uh straw
Completely ass like tha shit on tha back of project brauds
Give you uh week ta write uh verse and you uh still fuck up tha process dawg
Stupid Mafuckuh! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
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this mans spittin a feast nigga finish ya plate/
im bout to fill him full of lines but his shit tlk leaves him as no-weight/
rape dreams from cats n now urs is mines/
fucked ya brain then blurred out ya mind/
i make my imaginations so real/
i can see me wit AIDs...ha, no wonder y im so ill/
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dog... Ya lyrics suck. its about time to change professions,
You aint doing nothing, like loaded guns, laying on dressers.
Fag U may be paid. remember ya pimp gets most of da money fucka
Only time u ever seen flashy, is giving ya ass up to hungry truckas.
holmes you a lucky number... tho you dont add up in this equation,
Ya styles is like Nuns in the booth... better off to keep prayin...
Iight... Jobs done, cuz this bitch is surrounded in piss...
Ice-Kool's persona is like flies... he's always mounting to shit.....
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to ice kool if sumone else gets there before me
u a dirty mutha fucker /
sayin u got aids, HOW? u cant fit tha rubba/
didnt u kno imma yung stunna/
thatll have u pack ur rap career an leave quicker than the road runner/
dis cats name is ice kool/
well u can call me HOT cause im bout to melt dis fool/
and show him some new raps cause his shits are preschool/
u the type to get beat up roasted on an drowned in the pool/
butt imma stop ending sumones rap career cause its too soon.WORD!!!
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this nigga call his self yung fabz but he really the opposite
its like my lyrics is hot the way that i just drop this shit
talkin shit and eatin ass...thats this clowns creed
crushed him with somethin short and sweet cuz i know he cant read
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to chaitic mind if sumone else gets there before me
i cant see why u call urself chaotic mind/
u cant rap and betta yet u got no punchline/
u sound stupid like a hoe wen she gets bitch smacked/
so just sit back/
cause ur flow is weak/
u the type of person that will be payin to see my live performances in the back seats/
cause u a bum and the only time dis dude eats is wen he trick or treats/
u aint no where near me its like i took a big leap/
u yung dont get ur rap career ruined yet ur onli 15/
u probably didnt even finish pubirty/
ur balls are stuck up like dey stuck to ur ass cheeks/
u kno wat jus chill i think its nap time lil guy/
so just shut ur bitch ass up and kiss ya moms goodnite/
so i can get mine.~$1$~
~$YuNgF@bZ$~
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im not worried about u my lyrics forsee ur furture
then u see the 4 when chaotic mind shoot ya
ima thug whos bad to the bone so lets get bizzy
rap circles around this clown...just to push him wen he gets dizzy
see my shit to complex take a second to disect
blast at ya adams apple and erase ya neck
yung fabz cant handle this wrath
hes stupid like them dumb wyte boyz who join the service b4 the draft
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u niggas is wack
should fuckin quit rap
u wont make it in ^ that
i'm givin yall a ass in a half
cuz i could really crush
every1 of u fags, so hush
blah
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ma dudes i think its u that needs to hush/
cause ma rhymes is so sweet an itll have yo shit blush/
ill wrap yo ass up throw u outside an leave the rest to the garbage trucks/
i think ull have to use gloves if ur thinkin bout writin a new comeback/
take a break like the commercial from kit kats/
wat are u a fag/
sayin ull give us an ass an half/
fuckin homo u need to take that jail shit back/
but yo homo on the real/
im a like gorilla ill leave ur career behind like banna peel/
so dont try an copy an paste cause my shit is copywrite/
u say the type of shit thatll have a black man turn white/WORD!!!
~$YuNgF@bZ$~