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my firearm kills im firin on bitches wired on pills
you fakin ill im grabbin ya wallet to take ya bills
take ya pills, BAP BAP BAP, I'll medicate you
the metal hate you, it stay aimin to ventilate you
you stay talkin frontin like you was runnin somethin
but you aint poppin nothin and you aint cuttin nothin
keep payin no regard to what come out ya gap fag
they gon find ya fuckin body parts all cut up in a black bag
I bully mc's with clubs the size of hogans arms/
lose yourself kid, once i drop explosive bombs/
Don of the wannabe dons, dis me your gonna be gone/
iv'e been all around the world and never made the same song/
Ya reign was about as long as that cat Drag-on/
To competition i'm the sting of a scorpion/
To the corporate world oppressors i'm a thug with guns drawn/
Rappers make me yawn with their Dr. seus songs/
They perform rap forms to bore the crowd know all ya fans gone/
Rob you before you got a chance to hop in ya phantom/
i write home-town anthems, ya'll just chitter-chatter over drums/
about guns you never had, and models you never bagged/
screaming 'it's murder", and your an under-cover fag/
Bagged reefa bags big as an obiest bitches belly/
kick a hoe in the face, if the coochie-coo is smelly/
niggas soft as Nelly, grill me band-aids on faces, make em' eat erasers/
Tuco where you at God? My garments are known to contain razors/
Players we spray ya while ya playing sega, i'm an ol' school rap major/
In the game gangster, documentaries of wanksters get burnt/
Units get turned out in Rikers Island. mad niggaz rockin' a blouse/
Never me my hands dirtier than the Bush Clan legacy, break knecks down south/
Slang raises the bank account, i buy hot wheels with hydrallics that bounce/
bounce an ounce, i flip bitch, call me an acrobat
call me a phony wit my dick in yo bitches trap
dont call me a homie less u made to show for it
if u see me wit a chain, i aint paid no dough for it
you so poor eatin dog food 3 meals a day
i roll up wit them bananas and peel away
must be feelin gay, on my jock stealin my ways
i let u feel a spray and bitch it wont heal in a day
see me wit the yay, believe it aint for this nose
how u bitches think a mothafucka paid for his clothes
i wont cave for these hoes, bitch im seriously pimpin
what da fuck u did in that telly mayne? u seriously limpin!
lyrics be written copyright, 86 My Fuckin Dick
probably got HIV, i make ya chicks all fuckin sick *;
james and I eatin hater pie, YUCK :r taste like lies
that kinda sorta bullshit, believe it was made to fry
Peace Shrap.
Fry mc's like chicken that's kentucky fried, homicide wishes to niggaz who ain't allies//
In my aisle lies these internet wannabee mc's that try to bring it so live//
I flow like heavy rain pour, whore i'll damage ya glass jaw with one smash par//
I asked all shit talkers to stay off my cock, they refused to stop so know it's war//
let's settle the score as i shit on these poor, perverted, pussies/
Saying i'm a get robbed kid, a fuckin' thorn couldn't stick me//
My additude witty, and unpredictable like the Wu, these missy acting niggaz my fists will sock it to you//
Intelligence they lack is obvious when they talk it's a damn shame//
They claim their unfuckwittable, so fuck it i'll get political and my campaign is puttin' a slug in ya brain, and scatter ya brains in the hall-of-shame(motherfuckers!!)//
all you lames ride my balls in vain, i love bitches
to kiss and hug, get it sucked, or just fuck bitches
but i dont get my nuts twisted they aint nothin to me
gotta be bringin me somethin to be somethin to me
i got a fuckin disease call it Cutabitchitis
put you ducks on ya knees cuz u some fuckin vaginas
suck this metal dick pussy *BLAOW* im comin fast
for them fuckin rats but they always run they ass
runnin fast like them mothafuckas was runnin track
i take em down and out like OJ the runnin back
put em back in they place wit the rest of the worms
sayin they gettin paper, they investin to burn
send em to Satan, pretend to be friends but they hatin
perpetually sayin they ya mens to the end but they fakin
talkin is cheap when u walkin the streets alone wit ya six open
lookin for some fuckin hoes thats down for some dick smokin
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Originally Posted by SHRAP
I might die but my flow never will//
Me without a mic, is like Jada with-out Will//
Paul Wall with-out grills, or D. Trump with-out mills//
I feel the real chills when i hit a stage and let the spits spill//
A thrill to kill the unreal with bars of steel//
Even super-stars get filled with poison poetical skills//
Rivals kneel before the guilotine rips the head off with force//
Master of self saviour, the maniac with the razor tongue reppin' Wu-corp//
Who threw darts known to spark sharks, heads shanked then sent off//
sent off some lead, hot, yo head pop, you dead off
dead wrong cuz im RIGHT and u stuck where i LEFT off
if u scared as fuck why make a mothafucka pop off
see u in the street, u wanna have a fuckin talk off
act like u so heavy, bitch how u nuff light 2 run off
i got a fuckin machete thats ready 2 chop yo arm off
u dont use that shit anyway just pop yo fuckin lip off
fuck some masculine ass hoes to pop yo fuckin dick off
is u gay or somethin, yo pants bout 2 fall off
i got full metal lightnin ima blow yo fuckin balls off
u gay and soft, heres a tissue wipe yo face off
heres another for yo mouth so u can wipe the nut off
milk moustache havin ball grabbin sucka ass faggot
i snatch that ass up... get it cut up and bag it
leave em 6 feet under the ground, never be found
or give u 4 in that face so u can taste every round
yeah another 16 lines dedicated to the biggest sucka ass fucka i ever met, i hope u go 2 hell rat and satan shoves a flamin pitchfork up yo faggot ass u fuckin BITCH, SNITCH SNITCH SNITCH SNITCH SNITCH, i shoulda fed yo rat ass some rat poison when i had the chance u homeless FUCK
Suspects that inspect tha deck catch a spray from a teck//
In this cold world , my genius styles manifest righteousness//
Set it off masta's get murked by a killa, no said date for when they lose breath//
break em' like Bobby n' Whitney, my sounds in digital effects//
Not Raekwon but i chef raps marvelous//
This man got methods, that U-Gods gotta check//
Ol styles dirty bastards respect//
I'm in the dojo training, which is never dumb
Getting practice murdering mc's backwards like red rum
And you drinking the whole bottle without pulsating
Venom burns people faces like fried bacon
Mistakes? I dont make them they get corrected
Revolution is coming ya hear, wheres ya weapon?
Its gone in the mist of the shadows of the wind
You wanna battle me all you gotta say is when :)
Honestly it’s obviously obvious
It’s an oddity oddly feeling that’s eerie/
Scary if that’s what’s next up to bat
Word that’s a wrap take it back/
Maybe it’s because of the duality
Marking the start of a meager neutrality/
Of rejection and acceptation is
Or what my perception is/
Even before I put in my application in
I take multiples of three out with me/
I was going off at the mouth
Running it more than track meet/
Every time I work on project
I put in the effort of ten people/
Making me a little insane after the pain subsides/
I barter the bars cut the ties and begin to trade
Thoughts and idea ready to appear wit skills most don’t hear/
If you ever get scared dart that spear
Trying to stab a general in the heart/
With registering his flow I can’t just
Give you the authorization and expect manipulation/
Trying to cometh with words I runth the cup
Over fill and over kill those who don’t allow me 2 build/
fuck em I shut em down, cut em and buck em down
N.E.L. bitch, when it come to yo life i wont fuck around
if u aint down to ride then who the FUCK gon do it for you
put you in the fuckin cross mothafucka, 1 2 i floored you
u suckin cock like your motha but this d-boy is dope slangin
fiends i wont bang em, waste of slugs just choke slam em
brag bout what you did, theyll drop ya ass in a cell
let it out the bag bout what i did, I cock and blast you to hell
u hoes tellin gon get some dome swellin, no evidence
known felons wit chrome tellin u gimme those dividends
up in yo residence, get u for all u can be got for
dont worry bout me bitch, got mine plus i got yours
dont whip no fuckin wheels why the fuck would i need to?
i aint at the gas station, just straight pumpin that diesel
u lil weasels is gassed by some hoes that u dont whip
get your rims spinnin, outta control wit a chrome clip
New n' improved inner-visions equal visual tunes
Sub-ject suspects get smashed while they bask in pools
Harps go through fools that lit my fuse
i re-fuse to lose status, reppin' mad-man mad-ness
faggots get fed to maggots worms poke out eyeballs
name on walls sprayed homage to soldiers slayed
veterans wait more memorials are on the way
Style AK sprayin' hating heathins jewelry cleanin'
Thieves keep thievin', i catch em' sleepin' penalty beatings
This is my centerpiece thesis
Spit rhymes outta features/
Repeat cha like songs on continuous playback
Even at Radio Shack my flows compute n hack/
That’ll seat cha down lead ya back
Through tunnels I rhyme n funnel/
Down more agua that ain’t easy to cipher
Mic bite cha like a cobra but more poisonous/
Put cha pen down cut clowns off at the door
Call in the conundrum of lyrical assassins/
Grasp the flames I’m capturing digital to analog
I rhyme on blogs cut emcees off like a bar tab/
Now ya wanna cometh like Captain Ahab versus Moby Dick
This is the league of extraordinary emcees not gentlemen/
I rap and settle it like words I pedal wit multiples of 3
Checkered flag CG giving ya girl the best even now/
Deadliest thing going throwing more heat than ya
Know what to do with so don’t screw wit me/
Or get perforated like loose leaf paper
Date rape ya flows like older undertones/
Get cloned off bones thrown I’m known
Throughout cities, towns and countries/
Who got flows that funks with The Technical One
Dead air the mind make it silent at night/
So if ya in a splinter cell then anybody wit the T cells
I excel off of bars of steel like a jail cell do/