Ignore bitch talk..fist sparks..pluggin ya so thick fog.. glares ovah till ya get shottQuote:
Originally Posted by Treazon
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Ignore bitch talk..fist sparks..pluggin ya so thick fog.. glares ovah till ya get shottQuote:
Originally Posted by Treazon
Rap hard, an spit rocks, smack gaurds when clips pop
Trap ours? u'll get shot, yo face where shit drops (toilet)
And yo dick parts, in ziplocks
man....Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
I BEEN ROCK mics since stones clutch wires..dont touch get burnt like toast..FUCK!.
The kid must have the most luck, in this world of birds i roast duck
If u see czar in the ghost truck, u bout to get yo whole coast struck
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Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
froze up..bood off stage..cold rush..fuck son Im bold what!. get back on..scold some..
Roll one, from the shoebox of the sweet old ones
(drags off the blunt....)
Fuckin wit son, holdin the thin blades, u must be bold dun
u didn't Know..WHAT!? P.I.R leave u in a Com-A! u best Grow Up..Quote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
like a Boner if u wanna Throw Words n a Punch like a Bowl of Herb!
herbs, verbs, power surge, rhyming words wit me and my conseurge,
refine into an innocent, heaven sent for hell bent moods, with altitudes and magnitudes of powers that elude. prove nothing in shaking mountains. fountains of glory remains. the dungeons dragon still refrains.
Fragrence from the Flame, Makes the Faggots Faint like Makin Paper Mache's!Quote:
Originally Posted by masta dragon
Paper Weights Save your Mate from becoming Shark Bait and walking the Darn Plank!
Yo' rhymes is fuckin' rank, pretty soon you'll find your back on my shank, can't touch my rhymes cuz they droppin like dimes, go along with the times if you dont you'll have to pay the fines.
Analyze the drama unfold before your eyes..Born to Die...Quote:
Originally Posted by C'Dub!
For the Time ya on earth be like that soap bopera..Dayz of our lives
mob guys, red guide,aim at the eyes, leave u greased like canola oil on extra large fries
plus i got a French chick on the side
n she like its rough , so Im mic'in up to make her sound just right
t.3s lyrical gat pointed at rap thinkin' "he just might"
blow the shit outta ya minds like yo it aint a fair fight
fuck up beats wit words in serial(cereal) like Alphabits, and Just Right
killllla.. peace