take heads like dreads its locked like a fed to money move like bees when get hives for honey its funny like a dummy not knowing his mommy from moma know thy self and quit this drama
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take heads like dreads its locked like a fed to money move like bees when get hives for honey its funny like a dummy not knowing his mommy from moma know thy self and quit this drama
I hollow holes in frail souls/
with steel poles that breach skulls like cannon balls strike ship hulls
rob ya for ya dough/ stab ya with a blunt knife/ so its slow to take ya life
ur wack like bo bice im twice the fight when i roll 7 like holed dice/
bo bice banged paula, blew her mind from behind/ stuffed it all in there like this one line rhyme/
mk style file out ur spine/ bones piled on the front page of the times
Run ya mind like professor charles X..address n 'snarles' (yes!) I hear tha gnarlz..u stressed?..Quote:
Originally Posted by 100pr00f
It's the fuckin' masta/I choke skin with toxic plaster
When im finished you pale an twichin like a spastic Casper
(casper) the ghostwriter readin rhymes with MJ in the tree
righting all the wrongs, erasin memories with bleach
While spittin sporadic similes as "hardcore" as a peach
peach yo...........Quote:
Originally Posted by UNdissPUTED
Hardcore.......
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Part morguez..start warz wit soulz..top all..erase tha pot holez in 'race'..rid discrimation..
go bacc on tha road..fix "signz" of end timez- change traffic to chase baccwardz- retract stepz..
it's a pun...:no:
GAH!... why u stop tha cypha! 8O..!Quote:
Originally Posted by UNdissPUTED
reach for the piece but its under the seat
teach for the streets, cut wit thunder and sleet
cut with sleet?/ u rhyme lines like fresh meat/
im about to announce your death from a golden sheet/
smashing ya beak/ into the shape of soleless feet/
and hanged up in dungeons like medival tapestrys