You Get Smoked Like The Cigars Of Gorilla Monsoon
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You Get Smoked Like The Cigars Of Gorilla Monsoon
^^^h ha
likewise Sheepish--
karma blows when it comes right back at cha like baby food
i choose to lose elections like John-John McCain
what cha got left to expalin but why you got skin cancer on you brain/
Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Keepeth Hordes Of Blades Stored In A Dirty Way
Cross The God And Reapeth A Cache Of Sword Sweeps Across The Vertebrae
U wack u bite bars like a desperate prisoner//
My raps mark scars in the ears of ya illiterate listeners//
Don't Speak Ill Of The OTB Thats Foolish Don't You See ?
You Couldn't See From A Sniper Scope From Afar
No1CouldBIlla Got His Name From Bizarre...
when honor eventually renounces sin; the sermon of divinity begins
men from Afrikaner to German mention this Announcement as The Trinity grins
OTB's As Old School As Tin-Tin And Never Misses A Game Like Cal Ripken
pumpin sodium chloride through your bloodstream
remain unseen, while your white cells switch to the black team
omg whers you got me laughing hard a fuck wit that son you killing me man
that's basically me in a nutshell lolQuote:
Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Keepeth Hordes Of Blades Stored In A Dirty Way
Cross The God And Reapeth A Cache Of Sword Sweeps Across The Vertebrae
dude your weak as the iron sheik my lines will have ya palms cutQuote:
U wack u bite bars like a desperate prisoner//
My raps mark scars in the ears of ya illiterate listeners//
you'll be leaking fluid so much you'll die from being useless/
you don't impress your a complete waste of flesh
you couldn't even pass the bitch test/
so i'm chop you down to my nephew's level and call your mother on you
she'll spank the bejesus out you like screaming 4 the devil/
^h ha- ill new sig b-
Rhyming Ain't Even My Thing But I've Been Told That I Can Swing
You Think You The Badest ? Come See Me On The Canvas...
I Paint Pictures That Make Your Mind Turn To Madness
Hahaha...I should have added "You'll Get Your Shit Kicked In"
Hahahaha
But My Status Is Supreme Clense My Veins Of The Stain And Rid Myself Of This Gang-Green
yo on the real, i aint mad at no1couldbeilla-
i felt the chewin on bars like a desperate prisoner, and the subpar - so far not 1 dope bar lines he dropped-
plus he got heart-
props fam-
h ha, but yo i'm still gonna go at you dog-
peace
no1illa say whers steps like a kitten battling a leopard
yo son jus got bitten, whers reps Great Britain now sit and obey like a german shepherd
Smashin in ya teeth, molars through the back of your head
TNG with Section 9 WE HIJACKIN THIS THREAD
Hollow-tipped lead shred the walking dead
IV'ed TV keep the hollow heads fed
Hahahaha this shit great.
NoOneCouldBIlla, can't even get the line right, tryna get the limelight
Geysers can't firefight the pipeline of my linemight
Section 9 ransacking threads, cutting and baking heads
Our work excites the feds, like drug works in the streets
Fuck raw and uncut, we cut up every body part, including your feet
Comic book wrestlers tryin to steal notes from the professor when he's killed for lesser
Got the shrunken heads on his dresser, weed leaf the de-stresser from global pressures
Visions Unseen's Rhymes Are Obscene
Like Devil Worshipers Getting Wood Watching The Nazarene Scream...
Whers too stealthy to be located, born in smoke, not even pro-created
The shrooms keep the pupils dilated, seein van gogh when heads is decapitated
I gotta jump in this one, can't afford to miss one
Peoples is snakes when it comes to out-hiss one
surprise - you birds get scoped and hit by the sniper
thats my word - open your third eye or get bit by the pit viper
The chief microphonist, I strangle y'all with a cordless
Struggling to take a breather, my back packed with a black heater
^ That's just fooling around, I ain't no gangsta.
shizzah back pack strapped with a map to where he stash black heaters
same lab where the Elite 9 speak mastered pieces that max and crack tweeters
Turn 3 sixes get a triple section 9, rocking jams in heaven
Reverends and fallen bretheren head-bangin to the lyrical medicine
Try better, fuck those internet lessons you read off
Fuck a faceless, I chop the whole head off
i am complete wealth management, my body a stealth establishment,
i write with my eyes shut and kill you with skill through your gut.
Guttin insides with verbal incisions motavated through sadistic visions timid yet rigid on surgical strikes precise like a vipers bites im just that nice
Warlord like jabba the hut, swing my left, beat your eyes shut, enuf, try an act tough, froze in carbonite now thats rough
One line rhyme-bringin it back!!
if children relatin to ya rhymes i know u kiddin,
so u defeatin me is like a accapella from ashley simpson
defeated as soon as you entered the chamber, boy you ended up in some terrible danger,you think shyheim knows furious anger, i bring death im that hooded stranger
....i feel bad pause but....
im killin right now flooding the whole temple, i give katrina victims flash backs when they think of this dude
and....
is this has been casper clappin fabricated raps at the master,
when im at olympic height i kunta this fool melt the metal and give him the metal after....
(visit Off The Dome.... for Full Verse)
you get no applause even if you made the podium, im older then the artifacts in the smithsonian, ill take your metal, form it into katanas and chop you down a level