iight check in who gonna spit first?
Dr.O
visualassassin
iight check in who gonna spit first?
o ya rules are 10-20 lines no crew or hate votes due in hour of check in
jus check in dr 0 and il spit first
chris man main event //
hop out the ranger or bent//
fuck it man chevy impala//
look man im heavy wit dollars//
u the typin nigga sit behind the pc in the chair//
meet u at ur block try to batlle him there//
but he a no show like R.kell at madison square//
u get shot like i actually care//
but wen i'm smacking the back board iz da only time i clap in da air//
lil g comin straightg from new jersey//
game as ez as 123//
reppin da 973//
yea dog i'm real cocky//
my rhymes iz killa//
yea they leathel//
i ain't throwin u a freakin bone//
ur name iz dr o not dr evil//
I guess, check, this things wan't to act up on me.
Let-me-make a visual, my tentacles wrap around this pitiful..
kid bitten by the wack bug, I smack and splatter his residuals
left in critical from literal synnicals beat downs
have ya high dose of iron when fired,just-eat-rounds
see me now up in the shrouds as crowds bowl you over
stick my dick up in ya mouth so hard, it cracks yo molars
I ain't gettin no younger, though I come to break-out-voice
u likely to be riding so much dick, mistake ya for a-cow-boy
now I see this assassin half assin like a saimese twin..
seperated, your a tool with no use like white writing pen
a break down is easy, when I go over the tip top
In fact your tactics are played out like criss cross
this-will-wash the soft pawed MC that he's become
like liquid applesauce, these lyrics can only be gummed
by those-who-try but end-up-blind and left unseen
are the texts that snap VA's neck, for reppin monkeys