6 Lines Minimum!
Let loose, spit whatever...
It's anything you want, as long as it ain't racist!
Peace
6 Lines Minimum!
Let loose, spit whatever...
It's anything you want, as long as it ain't racist!
Peace
I brandish mechanical weapons
blasting heaters in the sky laying rest to martains
I stack up dough like pizza shops
my metals hammer lock when blasting glock shots
Like red traffic signs I got peeps to stop
yall suckas cocks flop when approached by twat
dumb bitches like nba basketball games my flows are all swishes
I pull out the heavy metal blast clips at ya shoes
cut through crews like jesus through red sea with jews
yall kids better now i've got a to z battleplans
like tinman i'm always holdin atleast 2 cans
You aint got fans, like healthfood yall suckas bland
Why dont you eat hamburger helper tacos bitch, cause your raps need a hand
Genre...
Sick Of Waiting...
I Med up and sick The Patients...
Flippin Weight aint Ya Skill...Yall Should Stick To Patience...
Listen Closely...Quick Relations get you a Hip Replacement...
And Talkin Mad Shit Could Get You a Quick Vacation...
Here's a Motivational Speech For Your Kids Amazement..
I Grab The Mic On The Stage When I Kick The Place in...
East To The West Its a Sick Location...
Battered And Broken...Half Of Ya Bones is....
Stickin Out Of Ya Shattered Focus...
I Have To Be Known..its...Too Fuckin Bad...
You Talk Shit Youll Get Stuck In a Dumpster Bagged...
Could Give a Fuck if you Run With Cats...
I Dont Need to Carry Gats...Cuz I Aint act Like a Fuckin Fag...
I Dismantle a Bitch... Turn My Hands Into Fists...
Take out The Garbage and Cover The Trash Can With The Lid...
Yeah you a Fan Of The Kid...
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Back to settle a score with you whores
Tha Games Mine Fo' Tha Taken
You Cats Thought I Left Fo Good
Yo Motha Fuckers Was Mistaken
I was chilling on Orange Ave. when this honey walked past
She had cantaloupe titties and a watermelon ass
I couldn’t believe a Butter Pecan Rican could have so much cake
And I would have dropped mad bread to see her milkshake
Peaches was her name, I met her on a Sundae
She wore Apple Bottom jeans and drove a blueberry Hyundai
I got up on my Reebok Ice Cream's and hollered at the breezy
She gave me the 7 digits, but said my game was real cheesy
I didn’t cry over spilled milk, and put the number in the celly
Then she said “I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly”
The broad talked greasy, but I didn’t get too mad
And later on that day, we marinated at my pad
We took shots of Wild Turkey, and smoked some chocolate tai
Then I proceeded to lick the strawberry tattoo on her thigh
The chicken tossed my salad so it was all gravy
Now I’m thinking that this cutie pie could be my ol’ lady
I fed her my tube steak, and she called me daddy
I said keep this up and you might get a pink lemonade caddy
A few minutes later a peanut head fool kicks in the door
He said Cheerio, and ordered me to get on the floor
He was a fruity looking cat, but was bigger than Paul Bunyan
He said “I got a biscuit, so you better hand over that onion”
I handed him the stash, I had Coke and Hash
He put his butter timbs on my grill and asked “Where’s the cash?"
He grabbed the dough and the ho, and jacked my candy apple drop
I had to regroup. I called Snap, Crackle, and Pop
We scooped up my man Chip, and he was ready to dip
Then we saw that baloney ass nigga pushing my whip
It was sitting on a donut so he wasn’t moving too fast
Then Chip pulled out the banana clip and toasted his ass
my flow is un cut, like pure coke//
flows make you sick like wack dope//
i got clients lined up from vernon , sicky to revelstoke//
blaze coco puff doobies and hot box the thick smoke//
shits insain from the temple of my brain, lryrics hit you like a gun shot from jonh wayne//
got your mind doing magic tricks like david blane//
Bustin out rap combos with highscores, spit till I got no sliva and canker sores//
Got all the bad rappers sweatin out there pores//
I can spit tones of bars, and stay up all night just flowing//
, I got mad connects and I keep my shit growing, every time I take the mic new shit takes flight//
everyone be surrounding around the cypher peepin all the hype, so I bust something ill and lay back smoke a blunt and just chill// stop flowing and play some old school cypress hill,//
i screem ante up just like m.o.p i ryme so tight like a chick who hasnt lost her virginity,
I repp vernon b,c shockacru till i die, we from vernon to england world wide cru bitches, ill robb anyone with something and take all the riche's//
Shockacru VBC....
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DoljaBoi that was fucking dope. Nice job.
I thought yall bitches heard, I got fly shit like bird
I mistook your rap for a toilet cause the flow just carries turds
I got more metal showing, then 80's braces
you claim your raps are gold, but you must have fucked up counting paces
nomatter the places nobody nows your faces
if I could sum up up in one word, easy, disgraces
it's like i'm in grade two math class all i'm seeing is basics
After this battle ill leave you like alchoholics, fucking wasted
My words scramble ya up worse then egg beaters
I got a 2 grand energy bill, from overusage of heaters
like videogame poison, imma life depleter
I got your life on the teeter leave you under 1.8 meters
all it takes is the pull of the .45 trigger
to give the midnight shift to a grave digger!
you know what, I aint trying, Just getting my posts Up.
Dosent matter, Cuz I dont have to try to make your flows suck.
Your all throw up. So sluts just go wild & stupid.
You allready look dum as shit, like a retards bowel movement.
Power Boostin, Im the fucking hero in this game.
thats 6, so thats it, suck my rap dick to the zeros & the lames.
Edward S. Casey a.k.a (E)=m(C)2
you only twenty one son...you still a rookie kid...
call me when ya balls drop...better yet when you get some nookie kid...
look he did...yet all he did was suck a dick...
that will be a cold day in hell...when *** decides to fuck a chick...
that means your a fucking faggot...so stick to what gays do...
you may have got me first muthafucka...my cliques gonna spray you...
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how you come a someone and you hav yet to win a battle
and ya structure's ruff as riding a horse and saddle
you reppin the chi well not wit that wack rhyme structure
It simple you couldn't spit a rhyme if you were BUSTA
and do yaself a favor stop with the gay comments
before I make U a star and have you shootin cross the sky like a commit..
fuc it
Last edited by Sincerly; April 21st, 2006 at 09:57 AM
an this
Last edited by Sincerly; April 21st, 2006 at 09:57 AM
rubbers bust,i've another, no fuss,
plant seeds too rough, lover of sluts,
farmed for hoes, charmed with rose,
says no but see when her armor goes,
oh yo no clothes so we go slow n roll,
from bed to flo,dim room romantic glow,
over in an hour,just took a shower,
out of fuel,she liked the horsepower
deflowered, and requests my number,
gave a fake and escaped durin slumber
Given a sweet chance to lap the nectar of life,
instead i had sex with a knife,
Wreckin dyslexics and slicin wheelchairs in half,
havin sex with ya wife,
multiple orgasmic reactions,
grasping my leg while her spasms last,
longer than my dick and thats a massive fact.
The names takahashi, jus say it how it looks
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check it yo,
you know why they call me silent will cause i have skill and put it on the flo
you leavin out the front while your girl let me in the back do
then don't know how i go or how i roll, make em lose control
you hear i stole her virginity woops mistake she be givin it to me
see i don't give a shit who you be when you step to me your just another enemy, see i give nothin but i take shit and break shit i rip it and make my own, i script shit i got a gat that make em all back down who's next to git hit
you wanna be next to get hit i ain't no normal gangstar they call me a W-H-I-T-E G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R dip you in hot tar of my rhythm and rhyme sceme
you seem to not understand wanna act like my dawg go to shake my left hand
you demand respect but your so foney you really must be lonely
you say you wanna throw me show me hommie
Last edited by silent_will; April 20th, 2006 at 03:00 AM
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