rox? what you slangin now? ..
quit playin clown , i'll leave ya brains hangin out ..
runnin the internet thinkin ya thoro and gully ..
son ya dungeons and dragons im the neighborhood bully ..
aint bringin action just sit back and get picked on ..
ya fake like cartoon caracter's and sitcoms ..
turn out any slut even ya bitch mom ..
I aint even gettin serious homie
you a faggot/ homo gangsta phony
In the hood you known as "rice a roni"
that means you just a san franscico treat
and the spokesman for all the gay niggas on ya street
all the queers toss ya salad a suck on ya beef
you hang with the homos that place they dick on ya cheek
and nut on ya teeth, you like it in ya butt real deep
the faggot bastard couldnt walk for a week
if you go to jail right now you they would call you a "trick and a treat"
I aint madd, I keep it calm dogg and just get brain from ya mom
when I spit the killa shit its like a nuclear bomb
fuck ya fam even ya grand moms can get stepped on
dont get on the kid that split wigs like a indian
ya cap can get peeled back, too
cuz no one is spared when the semis come.
Bitch nigga
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Rox,ill rock ya alright/
but i chose not to cuz jus readin ur verse got me feelin like eeewww(kgh)/
b4 tha lead gets to him my bullets a reach u first/
the way u got him was nothin cuz i did u worse/
fuck tha mama an sista,fuck ya whole family/
ill hav u all face down in tha back of tha alley/
ur little in this world u kn nothin but bugs and stones/
yea hes hard alright jus look where hes from/
props on this verse bra. u ripped itOriginally Posted by RoX-aka-kgh
Lady-spit a shady-bitch who's talent is less then feasable/
eighty-clips spray'dey-rip if you shut up it'd be pleasable/
ya punches is 'off' and 'played', mine stay on like XBOX's in college/
i'm da boss da 'cost' is 'paid', sayin props must be on Rox's level of knowledge/
i see my lines is runnin on but who cares, if i said check I'd still demolish-them/^ya shit
the most ya carrer'll get you is two fares, me i'm already in packed colles-eums/
DONE DEAL......GET IT RITE NIGGA'S
my glock is havin a buy one gun get one free sell
cuz two shells make a nigga spin like spreewells
clean ya chest like a car gettin detailed
I can kill you electronically sendin a computer virus in ya email
I'm murderin you, lil nigga if you can read well
let me see if you can bleed well
cuz the glock is the cure for the common cold
once it goes pop, ya body gets hotter then the devils stove
Last edited by RoX-aka-kgh; April 26th, 2005 at 11:19 PM
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
THA SYCKEST!!!!! :shoot:
finally sumone comes back, damn it took quite-some-time/
but it don't matter, matta fact, either way you write-dumb-rhymes/
syck got this on lock note the fact that half of these attacker's/
who come in and diss a 'nigga' when sayin it it's obvious they crackers/
killin these nigga's wit lyrical weapons addin 'em to my tax-write-offs/
your bars a dime a dozen but may grow to the price ajax-mite-cost/
signed wit Fo' Real so now my son guranteed mo' meals, and it's nice/
cars have Fo' Wheels instead've on blocks in old feilds, and grab my ice/
Last edited by Syck-spytta; April 26th, 2005 at 11:37 PM Reason: add title
dis rapper wanna be is dumb to me
aint even worth 7 lines
his lyrics about to be with his spirit in heaven once i ryme
yo dogg you makin me yawn
how you gonna flow against satans spawn
my flows will leave you mowed on ya lawn
your unarmed in this battle of brains over brawn
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
yo RoX never facin defeat
if I do I'm blazin the heat
and leave john doe's face in the street
put more chrome in ya grill than lil jon
when I have you tastin the heat
ya boy is a part time rapper
and a full time G
so if you gotta problem
then bring it to me
cuz we can get it popin if you ready to R.I.P
Im immortal I can never D.I.E
I already signed a contract to live for eternity
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
gotta get a good name...so i can defeat ROX...
how about REC...it can stand for ROX EATS COCKS...
ROX feet drop...
dont know what im about...dont know what im bout to do...
send some bullets in dude...then send em out thru you...
dont fucking front...cuz imma attack from ya back...
dont fucking stunt...cuz imma jack somma ya stack...
crack ya jaw...just so i dont have to hear ya voice...
battling me dawg...now that was a terrible choice...
after I spit ya new name is DINE-On-DIK (DYMONIK)
cuz readin ya shit just reminds me to take out the trash
look fella you aint hard you soft
and you aint hot you cold
done spit 303 wack rymes in a row
you a pussy cuz you get wet when dick come around
dis homo clown tellin th world he love goin down town
on this fat faggot dude name Jim Brown
so shut up you homosexual, cuz i dont hurt girls
but for you I'll make an exception, yo
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
this guy ROX aka, man fuk da kgh, came in RB wit no shame//
he think he shinin but bout as fake as that chain(sig)//
he's an mc thats about as mysterious as the photo//
talks about fags but never counted how many dicks he'd blow//
im usin 6 regular bars to merc this cat with child words//
easy action, i shud change my name 2 somethin more fiittin...verb//
oh no you suck
This dude,
I fucked his mom wit a dick like an inner tube
In a interlude, nude screaming cowabunga dude
U suck like a vacuum, Pumping ass fumes Wit booboo stains in ya fruit-o-vlumes
Gay mans posting pictures of juelz
Picture the news
Life left busies in wack rappers moms womb
I pity the fool
whack as peewee Herman 2
tool
write above me well that on U
this faggot hands out his number but no bitches calls/ look at him, desperate, sweatin santanas balls/ I'll leave in the middle of the road, printed from car wheels/ say you from NC but you aint no tarheel/ you you see dick you get excited like a kid in toyland/ you aint no rapper so go back to your boyband/ you aint no fuckin disciple/ so shut up for shit gets physical/ your not hard, your not real, and I can't see you so you mine as well be invisible/ you just a visual/ I'll leave you in critical conditional/ you'll need a spiritual miracle/ you a motherfuckin basshead/ just face it, step up and you'll get wasted/
dis kid think he can get on NeW-LiFe
he believes he an hot freestyler when God warned him
and told him to repent and get a new life
the only thing that you rep in Crips
is ya crusty crossed toes
if ray charles saw those shit he woulda made more record labels
im only being easy on ya
NewLife hands out his # while hands out da rubba
i think he could all da ass
while da only thing you got is ya finger up ya ass
ima chick
how easy can dis get
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