SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
bitch you aint born to kill you born to feel you gay,
i hope ya queer ass came out the closet cause im puttin you out today//
fuck this little dude i get a sawed off and shoot you,
i aint gunna kill you instantly i take one shot and castrate this dude//
youll get it one day afta i finish decomposin your ass,
cause if i were a three year child throwin punches at you , you still wouldnt last//
I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKK
I SEE ALL BITCHES
free agent!!!!!!!!
One though of my cerebrial is deeper than a jeep full of people-shady
Kid, ya fucked up, no way ya shoulda pushed me...
Those are cat's eyes in ya sig...
....................That makes you one helluva pussy.
You can't see me like Cena, god you really suck...
Callin yaself Vision, when ya clearly blind as fuck.
It's dumb luck ya even alive, now it's time to kill em...
Cuz only 8 Mile herbs thrive off siggin Slim!
haha visions got owned
hes like your dog, born to kill, visions go fetch a bone
thrown them punches at me visions and see what i do
ima block them bitches, then ho ima kill you
you cant test wit me, OR born to kill
cuz we both get the thrive to kill for them mills
you aint no balla, bitch get out of here
if you dont, slice ya then drink a beer
410 Represent
wat a joke this bitch vision
yur rhymes are shit.... my punches cut like an insision
21 postz you talkin all tuff like a legend
u aint even better than pitbull .. ya hear that breggin
try to write in rhyme that does make sense
an ima roll by ya crib fo a d-b from B-K .. u got my 50 centz
shorty south gotta distorty mouth, and i came to damage ya/
hold da forty out piss poor ya style, you have no advantage brah/
try and die, you lie and cry, when these shot's go off so do ya melon/
why would I, deny ya supply, all you spit is shit ya rhymes make you a felon/
SYCK SPITTA- carry a switch .45 witcha/
im a blast b-k thru the streets while u in denile/
ill set ya crew to get blasted in single fuckin file/
fuck yur rhymes are wack so hit the fuckin trial/
sit down wit 8 post study my rhymes fo awhile/
fuck ya wallmart clothes an yur insuperiour style/
fuck a judge wit my fellon ill shoot up an down the aisle/
\merked bitch
i had niggaz shook when, as i walked through brooklyn/
wit spiked timbalands, yaw niggaz heart was tookin/
i thought yaw was hard but yaw soft like pudin/
you wouldnt know it was jello not coke yaw cookin/
betty crocker niggaz rather suck cock than pull a glock/
and triggaz ill make shorty do wop plop and drop his liver/
Yes swears to be in BK but i dare u to step in QB/
U wont cuz u scared so theres no way u can feel me/
Only has 6 posts and hes actin like he's tha shit here/
But i can see u scared to battle people cuz i see fear/
Yes man really change ur whack ass name to NO/
cuz theres NO possible way u got a fuckin FLO/
Ur parents must be retarded cuz u special and slow/
that was the worst 6 lines i done ever heard/
you dropped 800 post and you still flo like an herb/
look son im ahead of you by about 10 classes/
either we see you a wack mc or i need glasses/
if u think u nice think twice, nigga revice ya verses/
this dude thinks being sick is goin to ER fuckin fat nurses/
LOL
Man really u dont want to step up to AL CAPONE/
Niggas ull call me tha man of steel once u see my chrome/
Nigga yes i puff that weed so much i stay in tha zone/
it aint my fault u aint got no friends and u sta alone/
and u come here to make some niggas dont even like u here either/
so callm ur fuckin stress down and blow some of that fuckin reefa/
cuz theres no way in hell that a nigga named yes its betta/
while u talkin bout rats in holes i be gettin that chedda/
So tha questions is r u gay? r u a fake? r u a greater nah man u less/
so yall know what tha answer gon be just look as his name????? YES/
AL CAPONE^^
Itz alwayz a fatality, when these neck bone mothafukas step up to me//
AL COPONE wants to be, but he cant see//
THe mofo you tryin to be iz dead//
AL COPONE was a real gansta you just fuked in the head//
sniffen the wack cocaine, herpese turinin ya piss red//
GO back to the bottle, thats where ya belong//
You a fruit, but ill turn yur fake gangsta act into a bong; then smoke you//
toke you, provoke you, all the meanwhile you tryin to poke-thru;//
a blowup doll, case you cant get a mammy
Prly case they found out you aint got no salami//
i said revise ya lines, why even post this time/
ya rhymes are innertwined, they aint close to mines/
i dont tote tha nine, i rather choke done broke ya spine/
tito ortiz you this time, sqeeze ya membrane with the dopest lines/
it aint change you still lame way past ya prime/
get out the game, just maybe ill laugh this time/
anybody wants to battle me
does anybody want to battle
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