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i'll take a sip of rum and rumble with the best of them
Sticky Fingaz snatched the crooked cops gun
52 block wars darkened out the sun
killers were young the murdered were old fiends grinding for crumbs
Sheets covered the bodies afterparty shots grand murder finales
One hooker Sally a dime i dicked down that used to workout at Bally's
Was mistakingly hit the bullet in her head my middle finger fit
The killer was caught due to America's most wanted hotline snitch tip
Diagram to diaphragm split apart your internals
Chopped and fried like chicken frizzled straight from the Colonel
Sanders, my style whips hard like suspenders
Unnatural and individual like a heatwave in December
So check it, my verbal bullets reign supreme
As I collapse your world with a shot seven-fifteen
Buy the memorabilia, my technique's gonna ail ya
Told by a prophet that old Nessie's gonna kill ya
Watch me sautee red lobsters on the grill like a thrill kill
kill bill, bill of rights, give you frights in the night
Bludgeon your brain cells smash 'em hard like baby seals
Steel wheels grind through flesh and bone like drills
Shots a-million like vermillion maximillion
the Genius, strike you fast and hard in the penis
Flex my weenis back and blast you hard into Phenis
Luxembourgian philosophies, known by no mortal
Hellz wind staff strike like a hurricane force portal
The blood hanging from your face signifies a dark death
The last line i just spit out to complete the verse.....
Shao shall I throw mine
Double down on the flow/
Bench the nicest bars
Check the carts I parted wit when CD’s came in I labeled the darts/
Leave you suckers looking for options my plays be 4-3 D U know me
Check the fence you deeing up you cannot see me in any spark/
Catch the cold, check the lines you supposed to be ripping
You ain’t got the skills to be once bitten twice shitted on/
I’m garments you rock; I’m the beats you hear
I’m the spits you get speared wit I’m the heart cha don’t got/
So I copped my 1st tape back in the mid nineties
While y’all clam grimy, I claim the grind/
Optional patrician I spit writtens flip grips you grab the jibs
I get them local show the shock block the time that ticked and tocked/
Now you write cha mind off like a cashiers check
Beckon never worthy to call so I stay balling prolifically/
You WANTED to know the name it's Jehovah Arah!!!!!!
T.One To Smells The Blood 4 shades 2
Yo Sheep......i want to join section 9
open your eyes and watch me end this battle; hot lyrics comin at you make ya headpiece rattle; mount the saddle, and ride on these fucks, chrome mic blow the lights dome piece clutched; rip you off the track and bury you in the pit, wannabe killabeez spit emcee shit; now get on the mic and summon ya gods, win/win battle got you on losin odds
Animal Rap, A Ghost from the past with some Cannibal Stats
You best to have a Panic Attack, Fagget, cause Hannibal's Back
And like in the movie, i'ma make my Escape, Dog
you ain't gotta be the cop victim for me to "face off"
Even if I'm singing, what I'm Bringing is Sicker than Aids
TeaBaggin your Team's Captain, Swinging my Dick in your face
As far as Battle Raps, half of you know i can Handle That
But against me? it ain't Fare like Cappadonna's Taxicab
Pussies Bleed when I Hit 'em, But fuck using a MaxiPad
I'll stuff 'em with the paper that i use to wipe my Nasty Ass
Faggets'll get Smacked in the Dome, they Broke Rules
but they mad, i'm in a Class of my own like home school
Heroes for Hire, We're Bringing Subzero the Fire
opposition's composition will be Nearly Retired
Put your dead body lower than the Minimum Wage
And Take Over with TUCO till a Difference is Made
Spoke'll Clear 'em out, they don't Have a Shot loadin' weapons
cause I Air 'em out like an Astronaut's broken helmet
A Rocket Launcher poppin' off with force that causes lots of traumas
even Nostradamus' thoughts of logic have a loss of process
...Give 'em time to recuperate
every line of mine's a dynamite, something that you will silently duplicate
but fail when, you see the alphamale's been Im-pal-in
these little cats, i'll leave 'em in the back like a tailfin
Mentally, most of them are soft like Whale Skin
Delivery is known to Go Postal like Mailmen
I Doubt one of you, honestly believe you're the best
Fake animals, roaring, tryna Beat on their Chest
Until I Leave a hole permanently Seen on their Chest
Nothing but soft lies that I See in their Breath
Causing Havoc like it's Automatic, You Gotta Panic
Lots of Tragic Events are Now Occuring in this Awful Planet
- And All the Blame should be Placed On Me
Just Jealous, my Flow's Tighter than Akon's Jeans
Those cats who imitate just Hate On Me
Lyrics'll put 'em under pressure like Raekwon's Feet
Mutilate and Incinerate anyone in the Fifty States
Cripple Fakes and Administer Pain Upon on these Filthy Snakes
S-P's the only one, you should Honor and Bow To
Cause if you haven't already, I Promise you that you're Bound to
a bionic breed, we poke sluts plus smoke up chronic weed
spittin somethin thats hittin like slugs at subsonic speed
u speak of feats thats too far fetched for your short arms 2 reach
im known to stick a pig leave him leakin grease, i beg you please-
leave me to bone these freaks in peace, better go and get ya own-
or get you owned, dome missin a piece, and ya leather wit holes
Home Alone wit the chrome, Macaulay Culkin it up playa
abandon all hope all ye who enter the lair of the baby mama slayer
while you wanna pay a slut, i been bustin deez nuts
still a hot boy but im too cold, ill make you hoes freeze up-
u give em ice up on they neck, i give em nothin but D in they butt
you tricks gettin nothin but stabbed while a G got they cut
this game has got ya dame sick but i aint the one to blame bitch
kill yoself and take yo lameness to the grave trick
cuz the pain this hand will bring ya will have u beggin for mercy
Iron Man wit the steel dick, how the FUCK could a ho hurt me?
ima hurt a hoe when i give a hoe herpes
leave her there twitching like a fiend gone cold turkey
the bitch is ugly now, before she was beautiful
now shes laying down breathing deeper than a jewish nose
someone tell me if theres a doctor in the house
or call an ambulance before i sock you in the mouth
when the paramedics here put him in a sleeper hold
and go to his stash and steal the medical weed and alochol
i blaze it up and i become the incredible hulk
wearing nothing but my short shorts so my testicles bulge
i go on a rampage and release my rage
shooting an ak mowing down cops like its gta
if you dont wanna get fucked in indecent ways
or give me all your cash and jewelery then keep away
lets keep this straight im only here to smoke your weed
fuck your wife eat all your food in the house then go to sleep
Gold a solace flow accosted protest address times a mess
Addicted to tweets chic beat on darts instead of brick walls/
Thick falls give glees reasons to be appalled dolled inglorious
Spit a flood wash away your dome in soot and crud/
Dead mud heads slip pills into drinks
We’d go armed ship domes in duffels/
Muffle you toughs with bluffs stuffed in bills that’s bull like Deloris Tucker
Buck fuckers duck muckrakers sack you life savers with words I major/
Safe plays be cheap delays your rhymes aren’t timed like dime passes
Your slower than dirt, slower than paint being dried on a sunny day/
Necrid off the hectic speak to your leader read cha minds
With readers I dictate flows like rip shots off the clits spun/
persistence in the name of what i claim to obtain
as opposed to having aimless gains in vain of shameless game
nevermind the pain and suffering we mothering to kids
realize we got it easy when there's hungering for bids
in the militant agenda against imprisonment
from the ones who own you diligent with every lit cigarrette
you consumed, now a slave becomes of you
manufactured to impact you with erosion from whats factual
so now you see what artificial time lined up for us
a matinee of rotting human nature painted with your brush
It's a return to form, battling shadows boxing in the nights eve
writing in beliefs coming with forms breathless as a spout of water/
aim at the alter my high vaulter be crouching tiger hidden kicks
switch stances in between balances you're palaces get taken down/
ground crowns making rounds pounding cakes bake in ovens
so scotch polished off victors in often pick ups be typical wake ups/
my streets be fights under the city lights seeing mortals in combat
I bomb back repulse cha ways religious guises in the words of a man “Rising Sun” rises/
from the Pai Mai strikes highlight cha lives in five footer spit venom “No He couldn't of”
this isn't Jean Claude in a “Bloodsport” I retort cha force and debuff you scrubs/
ducking lungies hold cha gung with more fu coming through with more you couldn't do
wordplay is dictionary type with no gripes I snipe out mics when I strike out the bright of night/
good look tuco for re-uppin this thread, dunno why it isn't a sticky by now though be hooves me
they always hatin on the DOJO man u already know...good to know u always holdin it down tho man (no homo)
word word Tuco good see u back homesQuote:
Originally Posted by TUCO
it's a return to form battle the gloom
when the doom castrate the appetite rhyme it right/
fire fight wired tight a nut to a wrench
my bench be the pit stop you can't climax at/
flack jack pack a mack now ripping tracks in the time
the doctors take do a spinal tap react faster by the rewind button
isn't budging now draw ya best card, u can't charge me/