fucked your mom.... rolled over twice
was still on the bitch, shit not nice
i do wanna battle b, close my other thread
but dont hate vote against me, for that you gon be dead
its plain to see, i won easily, dont think you teasin me
beat this guy like breazes sea', the beach' is what you gonna be
if you cant understand that, then ya dumber than i thought
but how you beat me, without a single metaphor
practice and wackness, you said that shit before
but i dun said it fisrt, you theivin little whore
wanna keep it comin, ya aint gon get ya score
wheres ya crew now dawg, throw this spent bag out the door
ya emptied bitch, i smoke ya 3 4 6
come back stronger b, ya need more hits
barreled ya clean, dont mean to be mean
but every line i bring, look back its never seen
beef with me, you cant even keep the beat' with me
beat this guy plain to see, oh so fuckin easily
pace cars' race hard, but this guy gets his face scarred
bring more wack practice, cuz i aint even taste ya'
speed' freak, net geek, train' tracks for fuckin feat
when you gon realize, you aint gon cause defeat
when we finally have this battle, its gon be by my rules
but let me tell you this, ima serve you fuckin fools
start at the bottom, and work my way up there
YOU GET BEAT, your out of the crew, now tell me ya think that aint fair
ready for war yeah,
i had to draw these bitches on paper, so it looks like im battlin war fare
woog looks the best, ears pricked, big phatt chest
intense it e's a joker, cuz surely he jest
and yung stunn, is low strung, hat slung
baggy pants like his avy, but dont mean hes gun won
i stunn clicks with one hit ur gun sticks im ruthless
ur the opposite hangin from my leg, a fuckin neusince
leave u toothless bitch im ready to leave u empty
many men wish death so i flex with a machetty
make u stringey like jelly burn out on ur corpse
on new set of pirellis, need to read some makaveli
to fake ur own death,
i dont wanna be the "1", to have to fuckin say this
but you already sonned, and i already famous
bitch come back my dawg, tryna say that i aint made it
wack practice bitch, with that you juss displayed it
im bearin three clocks', my text cocked
migity mac' had one, but he still beat these jocks
i dont need glocks, defeat, please not
i wont tease cocks, ya bleed, diseased drops
word play and ethics, intense it e i meant it
girls games aint get it, bitch be gone forget it
ya'll come my way check it, on the mic you only memic
ima fuck you up so bad, be sure you gon regret it
ya limericks aint shit to me, you only be sweet dreamin G
say i gotta ask to be in ya crew, oh my god, invite me please
ya crew goes down, like diseases beef, you leavin three
woogsta gunn intense it e, bye three tonight, you bleedin knees
fuck should i keep goin, is fast reply gon fit it
hand the mic on to these three bitches, and hopefully they can rip it
for all you faggots out there who thought i played to be jay-z
well im stay-z, im here to stay see, no way that jay's the same G
the master maybe, back in the day B, get the picture only when you frame me
i might be crazy, but so not lazy, think you played me, uh uh, no way b
what the fuck am i doin, sittin here in this room
battlin bitches like woog, and the rest of his crew
aint no way you gon get though, sonned to be soon
ya'll loosin dude, i man crew gon fuck with you
my girlfriend does the typing, she truly is amazing
while i spit for the cyper, and serve these fuckin gay G's
wait till you see this white man, ya'll think that i was faking
i spit on the mic, my chick is the type, she's got the fuckin grades see
what grades she says, the ones you got right there
the fine-ness you present yourself, the shit that i wont share
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im lyrically possessed....... by pac, soul jah and jay
and that dude from D-12, who spit for twelve' hours, his name wont let me say
believe it dude, this shit is true, bloods and crips, i wear red blue
united nation is what im about, standing ovation, im already through
not to stand boastin, with the scripts that i be postin
ya'll standin there, sreamin, your the one thats chosin
ill abrasions is what your gon get, ima take on all you fuckin vets
wheat' be dry, your lyrics aint high', ima serve you like a sun blest
garlic and herbs, prefarably served, no way my ass, thrown to the curb
i deserve, the golden words, for spittin my ill verses word
Kid...plz...SHUT DA FUCK UP!...goddamn, ur borin mayn!..
When i fuck yo girl she moanin, wit u she jus snorin mayn..
U fucked by da employin game, i guess u dont got a job...
Online all da fuckin time, guess ur livin like a new slob!..
Fuck this ur soft this shits off, u aint wanna come back...
I would say u punch but u dont even got one, beyatch!
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On Vacation, Bitches.
ite ur jus a weed smokin, joint tokin, bitch so let me speak,
im a free MC like memphis bleek, bitch this is the start of ur losin streak,
Preach! Revise ur prayers cuz ill bomb u like current world affaires,
Ill kick u down the stairs, bancrupt u with all my authorized shares,
Make way this is the Nu Era Time, ur a suspect in anal crime,
were sublime in supertime ur jus a cartoon in a pantomine!
Who do u all think u are? ill put u out when i finish my cuban cigar,
Ur a fukin homo gaggin for sum1 to give u C.P.R, make me sick,
suckin another mans dick is like being the devils walking stick,
Go on, anyone try an challenge the king, ill leave u hanging on me linguistic string.
yeah i gotta job, i make a cool six
G's my little dawg, you couldnt aford that for my bitch
i rule the unemployment, is you that gets the sack
promotin wack rap, ya done thinkin that ya stacked
beyatch me, i bleed three archers see
is you that dun come back, i dun starched his pleats
sleepin b, ya dun this why i reefed these G's
the only net you gon get, fish stockings for the streets B
nova net, you peeped all night, gotta fright
your shit is tight, for open mic, my freestyles outta site
memphis bleek, your between elvis's sheets
my relish is weak, my chillies hot this week
ya aint smokin cuban, is me thats ill abusin
i aint losin, ya fat ass movin, ya not improvin
Nova? Da fuck? shits weak futures bleak...
U n Stay will get along good, when ur ass n dick meet...
Flow is weak, u never gon beat me, i served u multiple times...
Gotta admit, i laughed hard when yo ass tried multiple rhymes...
U commited multiple crimes, keep tryna rap its a sin...
Give it up son, u jus aint ever gon fuckin win.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
merked a fuckin dawg, bitch be fuckin winging
one word about my ass, i didnt hear him singin
get a long with me, i cant get a long with three
multiple scrolosis is all you get, for bein para-pathetic G
rollin on the floor, ya ears be fuckin bleedin
no arms no legs, is juss a head, my semen you recievin
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