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im traped in a maze, ya bitchez are fake.
tryna be my friend, fuck around end up my slave.
il detain any homie in my way, leave em laying on a stretcher roughing away,
its all good intill the click clack, of my fucking gat, splits ya dome away.
then u all on ya own. gun shells leave ya ass out of ya zone..
u just another e.t alien why dont u just PHONE ya ASS way back HOME.
When Im done with this rap Im gonna leave you bruised and confused, toothless and unamused, cause your style is whack and off track, your on the wrong side of the street, your style is obsolete, why dont you just go take a seat and let the real rappers rap to this beat and while your sittin down why dont you bend down and kiss my ass cheek. I think your just a fag, after this your gonna hold a white flag begging me to stop dissing you so bad, humping my leg and wishing you could rap, come around here again and your bitch ass will get capped with a nine mill, ill send you to the hospital with a large bill just for you to lay still on the bed untill the line goes still.
I clog you with verses like ink in a cartridge
contribute by doing community service cleaning up the Mc who is garbage
Adorn you with bars worse than pakistani cellblocks your norms
are those of celibacy so nobody believes when you say "my cock got blocked"
I bruise you with these punches your gonna need full body bandage
you might wanna stop wasting kids at the computer and consider marriage
even if you flow waterfalls in high dosages Latin is the barrage
im crazy. my membrane wanna enslave me.. fuck where the pain be
im asleep astounding, my amazements, from the pavement
gone cut ya ass deep, till ya sleep.
fuck who i be, nikka who u be.. im ripping up,
tearing papper im, vomiting, chucks off haters...
il engrave ya. till the dusk meets my razor,, or lazor
then blam da hamer tah fix ya grammer... till ya slammer;d
bloody and cramp'd in.. like ya slept, in ya chest dents,
gone leave ya breathless.
fuck im hungry... ima feed off ya neck KID
horrific homicidal acts of such demonic decendance
assassinate allotted alias's with a insurgents independence
bewildered besotted with this poetry personified
exasperated educations lack the flow t' be homicide
complexity you lack in unmeasureable proportions
its like a fight for rights over decimal extortions
So there was this one kid in our class
who got his head smashed through glass
and he was always gettin his ass kicked
and i think now he's some pussy dick
gettin licked, and sucked, sure he's been fucked
by men, he can't sit down without a frown
he's a clown, he's been down town and back
and he's been dick slapped wacked
and there's this other, a complete geek
one look at his face and you could tell he was a freak
but one day he got up and spoke for himself
then he pulled the gun and said he needed help
blood all over the ceiling, made kids cry
he said he wasn't straight, he was bi
the morale of the story is.....is.....
don't do drugs.....fuck that's shit
Just.....just......ah fuck that, shit,
Damn this nigga's in need
mother fucker, where's my damn 1/8th of weed
Honestly? I'm doin' this for the (post count), I'm (zoned out)
(No doubt), like stoppin' wildfires I'm takin' you ("hoes down")
Know what this flows-bout? Nah, really you (don't know jack)
Claimin' ya'll are MCs on stages? So where the (promos at?)
I'm everythin' you homos-lack.. The epitome of (perfect)
........In one post, I'm (murkin') everyone of ya'lls (verses!)
bitch im the king, takin over music industry, guess what, i cant sing
dont believe me you can see the finga and if you still cant see it then ill let it linga
ur mocking the game like big tigga, and im socking you in the face, leave ya feelin like u drunk a basket of liquor
And if i pissed on the ground itd turn to flowers
thats right, youve just witnessed by powers, kinda like minime from austin powers
and i try not to fuck with cowards, so if i fucked with you my disses would be on fast forward
are my words tingling?, they should cuz im the king i aint neva had a red bull but ive always had wings
double post..sorry didnt mean too
Lyrically I'm the (illest on the page), the (sickest droppa mayne)
I'm known for being unique cause all you (bitches not the same)
You'll leave with stitches-on-ya-face cause my (punches hard)
Your bars are boring! Mine are nasty like school (lunches are)
Shine brighter than a hundred-stars, but ya still ain't (seein' me)
Startin' (beef with C?) Better (leave it be) or you'll die, (easily!)
Makin' my name, I'm takin' aim, winnin' fame
I'm so fast you can't you keep up, you watch me frame-by-frame
I'm just startin', but boys, you better be takin' notes
Watch your backs, or you gonna find a knife at your throats
I bet you've never even seen a lady rappin' before
And I'm escalating fast just like the first World War
Your homosexual punches have become obsolete
Step it up, keep it fresh, or you just can't compete
If you want a real fight, then step into the spotlight
Prepare to get served before the clock strikes midnight
its mister nice guy here to serve elevation omac stay chiefin harder than indian reservations go back to where you started and rethink the situation wont hesitate to murder you i just do not have patience ill record the whole thing and show it in court for your own defenses evidence im too violent i stay straight jacketed sedated heavily on medicines i need an exorcism call the nunnery and reverend im so sick i watched tv on the couch for a week sitting next to my be-headed friend either way you get fucked like voting for democrat or republican life is just a bitch and you need to learn how to muzzle it my eyes burn as reality begins to slip im goin to bed way too high and tired for this shit
see im a universal rap assassin controlled by god,
my scope is on the next target, on a roof, metal bipod
the bitches dont know what hit them like a lightning rod
my rhymes left untouched and charished like well known greek god
see my rhymes come off the top 100 percent skill
don't need no liquid courage or even eminems purple pills
i do for my self merk these fools living off adreneline
make money off of raps,no streets, not even crack peddlin
when i get hit i regenerate, don't need no medicine,
like no superman except, no weakness, no kryptonite
if you got beef bitch lets get it on there gunna be a fight tonight
ill leave your body lifeless in the street under a street light
everybody listen its method one, tonight shits gunna hit the fan
anybody who wants to battle lets go, il leave crushed like a tin can
me and me rhymes are pretty much invulnerable
you can just call me superman.
fuck u
The Heads of emcees is what i usually Chase! like im Loosing the Race!
And anybody can get chewed through and replaced!,
i move like a Wraith! But with a Musical Taste!,
Musical Talent, 40 pounds of heart, and beautiful Grace!
So Whos Choosing thier Fate?.
Watching Master When hes training Hard!
Whats really the Deal with your playing cards?
Dudes claim to play the yard but all i see is a bunch of niggas in training bras'
YOUR SOFFTTTT. you make the call! i'll be on some growth shit still
waiting for Ya'll to CHANGE, EVOLVE, rearrage so called genetic defaults!