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bleedin and weak i have proceeded to weep
bout the evil i have sent you....
...............................to recieve in ya sleep
im a demon who freaks for no reason on beats
steaming to peak
with every sentence youve proceeded to speak
believe it is me,
to leave you weezing-heavin-fiendin for no reason
cause im steamin and careenin to your scene ta stop ya breathin
im oddly heated cause i aint tried to write for days
youre like a microwave the way the metal'll take ya life away
Fine, I'm done hiding, i'm firing until you're lying
dead with your rep laying next you twitching without a spine
set, game, match, with some gas into the stack
of your possessions being tracked and trashed
burning as your turning in your casket
i will not ever get passed it
i'm a drastic kind of individual who tends to grasp it
and never let it go like i'm coming from your screen
leaving your eyes wide open but ya mind close
and jaw distorted like i died in a well gaspin
for air but no one cared, 7 days later im here
you say you're tough but i can sense you fear
forfeit or suffer a slow death
like smothered wit plastic wrapping
it won't be very tragic when it happens
i'll be laughing you'll be wheezing
you'll be gagging, I'll be steaming
squeezing the very life out of you with every ounce of my being
come see me
my energys never ending so threatening your rep's impending
im lending a point of view but you take it as condescending
my palms aint sweaty but i may be white ....
........................when i am sprayed upon your facialed wife
just face it tyke its lame that youre dependent on these great tools
but youre not for real youre just pretendin like its playschool
you aint cool, disgrace - fake - with angered - misplaced hate
gets you ripped for thinkin that ya writs can diss late greats
ayy - let ya wrist slit and it just lay waste.....
......cause waste is all you lay when you display tapes
I'll take ya tape and smash it,
tape up ya mouth with that whack shit*,
I'm Bruce Wayne you bat shit*
Im high, you a bad habit
I'm fly, you a wet mattress
I'm a monster your basket case
left in the trash because your birth was a waste
any time any place, i'll meet you in deep space
no air for either of us, but my heir is sure to bust
rewind and see ya fate, i'm great and you're disgrace
look at the look of ya face, I can't tell you overrated
something to get back in the music
look...
saddle your steed for speed and swords
dire straights, reeds and gords
empires claimed for the needs of lords
in the fires flames reflected the greed of wars
the beat is porus, feet on the floor
feel the chorus, ride the tide from the sea to shores
from the reef to the porch
the seed implores, yes, it's hell we livin
attention, he needs it more but never gets it
hell, he's gettin jealous of his children
jealous sinnin, met with yellin women
but he's too scared to let loose the hell within him
and you wonder why he sells the pidgeons
and lately he seldom visits.....
yo, check it
I'm shootin your best friend,
cremating the remains burnin the paste
come shit in the casket and throw the urn in your face
might even bring a daisy or two to burn at the wake
grave gettin pissed on like a urinal cake
permanent change, permanent brains
what i seek now that I've fought those bodies
too bad i got a new pad, shoes flat
to make sure you don't shoot back when i let loose the auto shotty
i let these lames breath, their so hood
with all the "you will die" threats
over here? they taping children with a suicide vest......
yea, i bet all the ridelin flunked 'em
troops ready to shoot, adrenaline junkies
the sentence is bunk, g
like that bunk weed you roll in your blunt bitch
i make it rain...with shotgun pellets, when the pump spits
but now? i got to chuck them deuces up to follow poise
...too bad im talkin the .22's with hollow points
never see me edit my verse when i spout spits
a quick word then I'm out bitch....
Yo Here I Come,To Fuck Ur Mum(Mom),N Cum,On Her Tit's,N Tongue,N Next Her Pussy,Sorry That's What U Call Ur Son,I'm An I'll Rhymer,Ur Word's Are Lame Like Those Of A Deaf Signer,Ma Lyric's Are Designer,Poppin Cap's In Ur Chest,While I Fuck Ur Sister's Vagina,Ur A Pussy Decliner,A Fucking Homo,I'll Have U In Hospital,Comatosed,With Black Eye's N A Broken Nose,I'll Make Ya Sister Pregnant,N Rip Out Her Fetus...
Biggie's Spinning In His Grave,Like Those Record's At Rave'sLike Ur Shot Up Body,That Paramedic's Wont Even Save,This Is Ma Rhyme's,Although It's Only A Taste,Coz If U Heard It All Then All My Work Would Be A Waste,I'll Chop U Up N Pack U In A Case,Just Incase The Cops Are On The Chase,I'll Blast Ur Corpse To Space,With The Lunar Shuttle That I Create,Ur Ass Hoisted Up,Then Stuffed In A Crate,Carve U Up With A Blade,That's Edge's Serate,Then I'd Vacate,Like Muslim's Migrate,Od'd On Paracetemol For Migrane's,Eating U Like Hannible Lecter N Save The Brain,Fry It Up MMM It's Nice With Some Gravy,I'm Crazy,Since I Was A Baby,When My Parent's Raped Me,From Cradle To A Junkie,That's Hip Hop Not Veinal,I'll Take You're Mama Anal,Penetrate,Her Til She Give's Oral G,I'll Bust Ya Teeth With Oral B...
commiting serious crimes eliminate those cuz only a fool left, witness
Damn im immaculate in comparison to these chowder head bitches
i got 50 cal, vicious, I'd even rip up a cancer child's final wish list,
perhaps i need to explain that you low cal rappers to me are nutritious,
i eat em up, and your skills are fictitious , could be the pope's visionary,
but i'd knock the lights out the closest father molesting missionary,
im sorry im off topic but my blood is toxic since i split blunts like a locket
my punches are in common with the reefer make you see lights: fiber optics,
i proceed to inhale weed til i take flight and im freed: independence,
i got chicks quick on my dick actin slick before i finish a sentence,
thats why they on the floor how i adore the commonplace adolescence,
because they think they legs spreadin can reach themselves into my investments.
come to my stoop, the shotty'll blow
i dont rap on a beat, i ducati a flow
new bodies then ghost, dudes potty, exposed
expose, cess, yes, blow haze
threats necessary neglectin my fame
hand cuffin myself im so expectin the jakes
wrestlin is fake, but the neck will so break
go head, go on and choke on this spit
bitch's thighs so thick i want to propose to those hips
pull out a drool cup and diagnose my prognosis is whipped
not a government man but i work for the country
stay on the block just payin my cot by insuring my money
watch the blunt cess at sunset when my lungs flex
no more dry cess blunts bitch,
im thinkin about the best guns and hedgefunds bitch
lets run bricks
a bandit, a hooligan rather
blammit, goddamnit there goes the tool again bastard
recession, psh, got funds for bail in the drought
your welcome, hell son, just a quick 12 & im out.....
Mouth piece hotter dan the burner at my side
Emcees step up fall short n get chalked up as suicide
Cut I'm cuttin diamonds n jewls wen I let a verse go
So truthfully u cud sayin money was dyin for the doe
Puns I use em jus for show and metaphors for ya brod
Yeeb gotta question it I'm fuckin her if ya see me around the yard
Jus like viagra - ya boy go hard (no homo)
Money so stupid my accountants a retard - kasssssh
the governments stealing, taxes leave the poor reeling,
Slowly stopping the pensioners at home alone breathing,
They say the uk's a safe place to live and raise kids,
With a hugely growing number of failed relationships,
Teens skipping school, failing tests then resits,
Girl sluts of fourteen fucking dicks with their tits,
But the leaders say it's fine, they're less for the people,
More for their pockets, this sticky situation like treacle,
Yet they call us their equals?
It's for the future we worry, theyll be sinking in debt,
The euro's a mess, the pound's to follow it yet,
The marriages are off, only in it for a bet,
Over population will be the biggest regret.
..From kids taking each other to bed.
*double post*
Bars like prison - got a lot and they durable
Sturdy and dangerous results in a lot a unexpected funerals
Wordplay outragous ryhme scheme contagious
Mouth piece compared to ufc cages
Deadly - medly - if ya put it all together
Nah jus me a hybrid beast focussed on stakkin chedder
Wutever.....lockz
Bars like prisons? But prisons are full,
Overfillin' so they drillin' down into kids at our schools,
'you start off on drugs, climb to the top then you fall,
It's your call what you do, serving your life doing time is beyond optional.. my rhymes are controversial,
Its not just the weed, cocaine grown from the seed,
It's the slicin' of victims, then leavin em to bleed,
Buryin' 'em in graveyard, or dumped in the sea,
Floatin' to Africa, or another country,
Its not just the prisons, cause there's sides like a prism,
Stories to tell, if only the judges would listen,
I don't believe in religion, only a hint of bein' Christian,
But this guy only went and stole cause he's on the dole, and needed cash in an instant..
cocaine stuck on mirrors,plus chains cut wit scissors
the pain is rough,it figures,still i strain too much to wither
id rather slither in my skin than deliver this again
slivers of my pen get lost in the thoughts im livin in
thought provakitive, child hood nostalgia's chalk boards and chocolate
sock em boppers and wantin lots of shit
but rarely gettin much,those who "love" us barely kept in touch