ya need some cologne, coz ya rhymes stink like shit
we're from different countries, dude, im still smellin it
sorry, you don have a country, but ya have a cunt to pee
pissin out ya hole, ya still won fuck with me
i'll open the fuckin bag soon, don think at all im empty
you juss blew ya friggin chance, to be my fuckin friend E'
I blew my chance to be your friend
You blew; period; just like the wind/
You'll open the bag dogg prepare for the worst
I'll do the same homeboy so beware of the verse/
Ok that's enough, I'm out for the night dogg
So you can spit yo bars and have a chance to sit there and write it all//CID
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intence it e ya pressure aint nottin
i'll be lafin when ya hell with 7 candlesticks burin ya armor
never be UNS partner my solom lyrics could never be calmer
now sence im spittin like lamas this is true karma
no longer im i your enemy now ya tryin to creep on me
relentinly open the bag but it's still empty
hatin me i'll lead ya lyrics to dungeon city
join the otha million fuckas thinkin when they saw me it was an epiphany
some say skrolls, has got...a broken flow
but i pop along easily.... juss coz i know
he lacks punctuation....and i cant spell
but who gives a fuck...we still dope as hell
kickin the ass...off any one that steps up
ya don like like that, then lets see what ya got
Alot of hate in ya punches, but hell, its just on the net
Cos in real life, none of wouldve hit one yet
but fuck it, here I join, You aint hot You seer it.
Coz none of those drops up there ^^ came coherent.
But, one love U N youre two friends Skrolls and Nova
The crew wit potential to grow Sough, and take over.
Told ya.
they don't know the meaning of the words i spoke
never broke, get the science, broken skrolls work
they mock my verse first, before they look at themselves and say, damn im worse
this shit could make u end up in a herse, not a game hip hop lifes and yes it hurts
i lurk like gods identities you'll never see me, no gates for me, i hold the keys
matchin fleece and mask, rum flask, with the gun flesh, run? i pull triggers with ease
reason with bullets peirce ya ass, don't ask questions ya just better flee
from the realm freeze, yall don't got any CD's, so lurn how to rap before u make enemys
Sick wit it on da mic, im da illest around
So throwed wit it the coach positioned me on the pitcher mound
Aint got time to switch my scheme, I just stick to the basics
My angles come from 2 perspectives, isosoles and adjacent
So dont be mad chu cant catch me, just a slight misplacement
Maybe im wit cha older sis, making kids in the basement
Ya shit hitttin rock bottom but mine steady incline
In due time, im destine to hit stardom and shine
we come with the hate, its juss that i can
the boys surely debate, they know im the man
we runnin the game, takin over the land
and ya'll know this, so whats the name of my band
cm,fs, thats right, ya know i will make it
i bust freestyles confessed, ya know i don fake it
but when i rise to the top, and take over this shit
ya wish you were nicer, you could ride with this clique
ya won know what my game, i smoke cones and i toke back
relaxes the brain, and releases vocab
the energy needed to freestyle the mic,
don come from juss fussin, ya surely know that
so when ya step up in cyper, be sure ya know rap
we do spit some full scripts, ya juss have to look back
im not foolin around, ya bring the best words like wack
ima eat up the contest, like my last midnight snack
proclaimin titles where ever, stump the kidds that were clever
reepin verbs from the illest, i rule diss and vendetta
ya gon see me one day, i boast free like im rantin
and come bite ya head of, like i was marilyn manson
we come with the hate, its juss that i can
the boys surely debate, they know im the man
we runnin the game, takin over the land
and ya'll know this, so whats the name of my band
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imma bonifide hustler, ask young buck and fifty
How i move keys on the block by 9 o clock im out swiftly
Fuck grimey, fuck gutta, i was born and raised filthy
Where we lived off pork and beans, koolaid and chile
Now im eating steak and salad, and im uppin my bread
People wanna fuck wit hoes I count my money instead
Aiight, fuck UNS n fuck all of u pussies tryna step up...
Fuckin faggots is soft, consistently weak, not wreckless...
Yo check this, Intense i done sill got love u for u dogg...
N the only way UNS gon beat me, is wit help from God...
Come hard, but ur impotent, stacie fuckin bitches? stop frontin...
Cuz u know i heard that 4 inch dicks is suttin bitches aint wantin...
Keep stuntin, y'all muhfuckas aint nuttin, ur broken like skrolls flow...
And we all know, that stacie is jus a thug wanna b 5 dollla hoe.
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On Vacation, Bitches.
little tra?.... more like ya'll never be dre
juss like its obvious, ya'll never rule this game
and i don think ya won with us, illest scripts displayed
so when yo won this killer, time for the profain
rip and i shread ya, like ya never been ever
i do it for fun, and my chedder seem better
but when ya post up in cyper, im gonna come get ya
slicin the ill spits, i school kidds, im professer
stacy, like im plated in the best shit, ya cant chase me
keep the pace b, ima slow down never, you get hasty
but you can taste me, and im so foul, ya wanna baste me
ima roast not, coz ima gross grot, i win the race see
but when ya fall off, i will not stop, ya goin down hill
and when i sell ya out, i leave your ass, with a thou bill
you be drownin deep, ya juss a clowin creep, ya'll about fill
but i juss see through dude, like i don know you, ya got an hour till
What type of fag goes and names his self Stay Z
Ya not Jay Z, Just being passed around,just gay meat
I spit heat and flames for you gays guys and lames
Known to pull up shots on Stay Z like Le - 'Bron James
Game over, goodbye spit cha last salutations
As I get TOSSED UP by ya moms in the means of CELEBRATION
you remind me like dejavoo, but dude i don know you
the only thing passed aroud, is the mic between my crew
but stay-z has not been played G, ya juss a bussin ho'
coz jay-z does not rhyme with jacie, i deserve it, for sho'
momma was not confussed either, she juss wanted me noticed
she juss knew i'd be famous, coz im a reppin east coastin
so ya gon know me now, coz i juss fucked ya ass
and ya way to late with that shit, way to late for the class
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