3 vs. 1, battling you son, crushin' scum, killing two + one, make your words run
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3 vs. 1, battling you son, crushin' scum, killing two + one, make your words run
oneline propz comin offa the top to sever the clever whenever 666 properly drop
kick eversick like a brick, whip your bitch, lick her lips til everbody understands my spits
fuck yo ass up as if i was Pai Mei, David Lynch em' leavin niggaz lost in the mothafuckin highway...
jump on yo back like king kong on a marathon-thursday
bitch-slap yo ass don giv a fuck wha you say
pounce on yo ass like a fuckin cyclone
to me and my crew you just a dickless psycho
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Originally Posted by Illegitimate Devil
and by the last remark i guess ya mean that u spit pussy,kick me like a brick,u faggot, im granite,can't push me,ure wussy should have never entered the temple,cuz 666 is back wit sharpend rhymes slicen like tenchu ....
temple made of granit flooded by water, one bar, caught ya, verbal slaughter
what have i taught ya, practice in the temples kicked off into a fight for a new order, wanted real rhymes thats what i brought ya,
a shorter rapper, a illegitimate mc, coming to the temple tryin to step to we,
u rhyme one lines cus 2 bars is to hard for u to acheive,
lyrics form an effigy that lacks density, I divide the coefficients the equation, no remainder, I multiply like gangmembers, the flow is a violent blow, decapitate usurper rap progeny is a deadly strategy
dwelling on the chessboards the intellectual niggaz, the pawns are dollar figures, wack niggaz tryin hard to get a firstdown by gaining mad yards, too many devils playing God
yo im hillbilly, ma house is right next to a pond/
i sit on ma porch wita boomstick n ill blast anything that comes into ma lawn/
im men 2 tha pawns watch ya queen closlely/
carryin toast b i ghost creep coldy/
START Shi..we bitin..fuck barkin!. duck-a-dartzman..find ya parted like seas..
U retarded like these, pheens-coke strickin, now check notes, trippin
pistol loc grippin 4 fifthin niggas choke dickin
ya smitten by the murder mitten lyricism drop a gem, pimpin
like OJ Simpson after he murked Nicole or ridin' through Belle Isle Park in a purple Rolls
Rolls Royce exploding, macs loading, weak jerks floating, your lines can't hold me
when I flow boldly, battlin' cats globally, holdin' it down locally and killin' them vocally
the globe is mine, defining new rap borderlines, your local styles can't match the devil's shine
Located in the depths of every rebel's mind
biters around, hellhounds surround, blood sound - the devil's ready for the next round
reign like Louis Quatorze, blood licking rhyme force, mosh pit kicking like a hell course
killa beez fly sting bring the pain make you clowns sing, sword swing till death I bring
sess i steam till my eyes tha opposite high rockets will fly causin u cock jockers 2 fry
sleep sinatra? call the motherfuckin doctor, silly written rhymes, fuck off and call papa
thread owned, devils summon, fuck up your face with a hone, push swords through your backbone
montana is where i keeps ma home/
talk shit n git hit quit in the dome/
why u hatin par? i lacerate ya face n scar up tha rest ya tissue which u gon need when i rip u...
wtf? this aint a battle thread yo so why tha line at me?
no disrespect, watch your step, I challenge everything in this motherfucking thread
just makin sure...
mad lead burst leavin enemies dead in hursts my pen squirt blood causin erutpions in hoodz
Side swiping herses, off my tongue rolls curses, for me its all gravy cuz i rob ol' ladys at old navy, daily
swim through a bloodsea, see me, catch angels in the pool of destiny, the devil's free
I catch the sun, aim the globe, shoot my hellgun, continents collapse, hell overcome
i dont carry gun/
im known to carry a bag a funk/
n get high like helium/
one line rhyme im killin the sick,THAT GUYZ,school monitorz even bannin my shit
ready to whip any nigga thinking he slick, let some bullshit pass your lips, get blitzed
at the line of scrimmage you tried throwin' mad fits, instead you got pummeled by a pugilist who packs perpendicular perplexed lyrics
seeing double after pounding down distilled spirits, fucking tyra banks from the back, she say my third leg fierce