If she pissed on the lord of chaos
He prolly called her a gay ass
I'm way passed
the ordinary with files that's binary.
Auxiliary jacks,
Heavily weighed by MP3 empathy tracks.
Adore the folklore on all my heaven raps....
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If she pissed on the lord of chaos
He prolly called her a gay ass
I'm way passed
the ordinary with files that's binary.
Auxiliary jacks,
Heavily weighed by MP3 empathy tracks.
Adore the folklore on all my heaven raps....
roofie lucy coz her smile is goofy and she laughed when i asked if my trousers suit me
sometimes I just wanna throw out thunder, just to make you people wonder, a sunder burn like rubber get slashed like tires or iron to your neck
may i interject come conjecture i'm a lessonary ripper
body bag zip ya with no adlibs, just mos def and talib
I'm scar safe militant czar face take your faceoff for trying to home invade my place
Misunderstood from the hood but i rest in the burbs behind locked gates
Not santana but god got ladies open like his guitar case they love my long face
Never hear me singing lift every voice or amazing grace
Just trails of kush smoke that leads to homebase
They say I light up the room when I walk in.
Arsonist charge
soon as I dump the gas in.
I bask in
my Flammable styles
Y'all Locked in
my Pc
disposable files.
I pry open the door when I try holdin the sword.
I cut right thru the chord n made the puppet fall on the floor.
HipHop I'm loving it more
now that I know who's actin like a scandalous whore.
Yea
Ya don't want all of my fat holding U down.
Till the sound of bone breaking echoes all thru the town in surround sound.
Hands n feet bound
to the punishment post.
Hella nice when I'm aiming the toast.
I ain't one to travel but booze by the barrel at the most
Dangerous coast
Yea
South west of my state
Hollow side of my city
Keep a bundle of crack stashed under my titty.
I ain't Pun or Biggie
I'm Poe the witty
giggle at some silly
stuffed in a brown phillie.
Ashes of bodies victimized in the clashes outbreak like rashes bullied students shooting up classes
Teachers lit cops never come the fastest blast this close range coach game on opposition he bangs
Like fists on doors piss on whores her man come beefing cock the double four pistol whip instead
Know he silently dead spaghetti head impact from the lead
Dying crying for resurrection whole life wasted on waste a junkies reflection
Pipe smoking dirty needle dope in the blood perfection
I'm watching my weight deflate while your watching debates and elections
Sexing street hookers raw spreading infections
trump's common sense lacks a common core, looks like a condom that just busted even when i play my trump card shit gets decline hard like bankrupts just occured
It's real versus artificial artists hit em with artillery my manners the calmest calamity bombers
Bonkers like gangsters from Yonkers that run goods good riddance to goners
Your ghost like Tony and styles hovering above clouds drifting down haunting the crowds
Mind tricks from a Jedi knight that twist tops off like sprite then light the loud
Beat me? Better chance of trying to fight a cloud
Despite my renown im acutally a modest guy no matter how i mightve just sounded leave bitches cum drownin n foes dumbbfounded...
No more allowance son you grounded my lyrics like Adele well rounded your a Stan fan so your girl let me pound it I made her squirt and the pussy farts should've heard how they sounded
While you were running errands blowing up her phone all dumbfounded
plagues the forte prompts the quarter got the lines laced like dimes
with silcone breasts, and other plastic assets akin to no steps taken
i like e'm natural with attitude coming down out that altitude
shit gets ruder than a chair shot to the dome piece
Life's short like bushwick used to stick figures to pay bills as a shorty looking out the project window
Back then the same pigs shoot to kill tears flowing the weed I'm blowing all natural no sniffing coke or popping pills how can these cats be artificial when the struggle is real connecting with my allies it's time to build
the minds a metal, i don't detect but push it back with a hammer and a nail. leave you build, broken and shut down by how i construct clowns
godfather pounds put cha down in dirt with fear from the sinestro corps
Pollute your wisdom like pork and pop her pussy like a cork
You food dude dig your eyes out with a fork moving bundles of joy like a stork
Who the fuck influenced your rhyme source? Your bars pure baloney only it sounds forced
Talking bout pounds they'll think you got your head kicked in by a horse
part cha minds arcs, coming off these steps i've taken
now cats thinking i'm out i still circle around like aircrafts that drop it like b-52 bombers take it back to charmers now you chillin at marvin's room
get stolen on like vinyl samples etched outta those datpiff files
Tears from her eyes pouring river Nile depression deep as she puts the gun in her mouth
Four sons murdered her days followed by blackened clouds noone hears her crying out
Seems as she's had enough she pulls the trigger head blown off the shoulders bust
Gruesome sight the type to have the person with the strongest stomach throwing up
Guardians rise your guarding the tribe strapped with two biscuits hunting down chicken tonight
It's a feast fried or baked full stomach pride it's always live where i reside
game of thrones, dragons impalas flows go whirlwinds kicks to the face
laced improve darts making minds shoryuken after dark
never missed my mark like deadshot i'm straight hip-hop it don't stop
Wont flop, opposite of clown shoes..
Soundview aint got nothin on my ground rules...
Stop you like a red light..end fights...
Med flight...
If they said u could spit it must be flem I'm sicker than a dude French kissing his cum guzzling girlfriend
I'm standing holding a bic lighter and gasoline waiting on the world's end lyrically constipated shitting on emcee's obviously boring with bars to have you snoring watch for the drop like a minority running from a trigger happy cop
what cha thinking inking wrinkle your time
drop your mind in a vat of acid, call e'm the joker
cold cock,remember countdown clocks are for amateurs
Exited the van with the chains on my feet
Walked in to court the back way know it's me
Wild child juvenile
Spitting rhymes off the mind flying
Yeah
And wasn't no begging the judge, their honor
He not mine
Gimme time
I'm honored
Hero Unsung I Am Hung Drawn & Quartered -Seriously- You Call This Torture ?!
My Mind Confines More Slaughter Than What The Walking Dead Has Brought Ya !
Caught ya like shopliftin' above ur station ur in hades realm im mount olympus..Quote:
Originally Posted by Guarded By Martyrs
Count the kisses cuz its godfather up in here..ya not livin..
I Recite Hogworts Hyms That Cause The Candles To Start Flickering
Manhandle 3 Darts Sickening My Sickle Stop These Snakes Slitherin'
splice ya skin back together with nothing but welding toolsQuote:
Originally Posted by Guarded By Martyrs
spider spool graph on pangea to these backs like scars on slaves
Got scars that say what you think in the brain
About people who been through more trauma and pain
Like a mother crying over baby boy fallen from gauge
Caught buckshot cuz he thought life was tough talk...
Slangin n hangin
Now we all gotta mourn another on the pavement
Talk about his life was the shit but never made it
It's time to take responsibility
Be the problem or the solution
Be gone from stupidity
Before we all face the flames fumin
Rappers die daily how you Gon be remembered
On top like a man or on the bottom body severed
Life too real for one rhyme or some rhymes
smart rappers sit back and listen to dumb rhymes
apparently some people dont know what one line means lol
anyways, im the originator of this one line rhyme shit, i started it on TheDSC.com years and years ago
Off the cut like bleeding occursQuote:
Originally Posted by Brolic Child
Rip through words without dictions
I’m near you bury
Verse Virgo my mind is a mercielago
My thoughts brighter than the bat symbol over Gotham like birds perched on trees i always have some shit dropping stopping heartbeats with a chest stomping you might be a nigga with an additude bet your gay out of compton a suspect left in a state of limbo had my new balances on when i ran up in your bimbo I'm the second rapper after ol dirty to pick up a welfare check in a limo
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mantra
Sellin drugs isnt so simple in a rental crsendo super nintendo fillers for ya faces like dirt n pimples
I leave heads dazed for days poetical raves dark as caves where cavemen dwelled dragging broads by their hair in one hand the other a twisted elQuote:
Originally Posted by Father N Dangerous
I bags the bread by the loaves fresh or stale
You snail niggas hide in your shells i succeed where many other failed shocking the rails it's like day dreaming of heaven living in hell
Sent em' deliverin' tha mail, like ups or postal serviceQuote:
Originally Posted by Mantra
Coast ta coast yknow i just serve men...an women alike...
U think theyre the same? Try service'n a dyke n mister ull see shit gets twisted like a cyclone twister
Handing shitpaper to these asskissers to wipe the shit from their lips any bitch that i hit use a condom so i don't catch the drips these crabs itchQuote:
Originally Posted by Father N Dangerous
She laughed until she leaned back from a slap
Know i got cuffs slapped on my wrists locked in a dirty cell holding my nose screaming flush to the co while some kid takes a shit
Cyborgs by borgs I’m smog before chemicals injected
The sickness before I down in the fitness chamber
Aim danger post you on more pages than tumblr reblogs
Packers died by the green bay killed by ravens that migrated from Baltimore
Miss the Knicks in new York buffaloes charging for my bills I hit them with four
Besides that ain't nothing new in England besides captured Bulger rats
I be in the ford like Whitey hop out and eliminate teams like the pats
Patriot when im blazin spits amazin grace echos thru my ancient race. Ace of spades when i lay my cards today is great but yesterday was harsh. Like stress weed does to lungs blood is flung from the knife cuts when i punctured em
Talk is cheap, So borrow green from your next of kin
You obselete, CTRL ALT DELETE what you've ever been
Bomb ya fleet, if Spoke socked ya cheek for the hell of it
You'd quantum leap, body parts seen out in Bethlehem
what Spoke write is terror, get ya whole life together
This a rocky road and yo bike got low tire pressure
I'm respected, the squad rob ya diamond necklaces n chains
Pocket checks, disrespecting 90s legends to their face
Give a fuck about your legacy, the sacrifice it takes
Your nervous twitch when U mention me, such satisfying taste
You not a threat, if your bitch give sloppy head but awful sex
Ima facefuck ya main slut til she talks like Das Efx
once I'm done, make her choose, either walk home or Bus
Her pussy aint 'safe' to you, it does Not open up
Everything from your soft flow to your wardrobe - it sucks
Plus your squad now looks like a truckload of cucks
Enough bro! I think they got stuffed full like a cuckold n cum!
Me losing my talent is "such bull" like mexico te-quila!!
U type to need hugs i just leave blood like i fucked my bitch that one week outta THEE month.