im all about fucking the righteous/
the opposite of a pimp trying to fuck a dyke bitch/
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im all about fucking the righteous/
the opposite of a pimp trying to fuck a dyke bitch/
Niggas ain't ready to die til' they feel tha big shot
now...Quote:
Originally Posted by james
I stick glokz in rib spotz then clicc.. ha!.. ya shit part.. drip drop.. he been stopped...
Yeh These mothafuckerz gon' watch out now, or dey get popped
i murder plots body tossed underneath wett cement lots yo smash your head in with cinder blocks dodge shots kill marks sharp sword stab hearts
darths thrown, muscle torn, arm leg leg head strong, smokin woolies in the staircase straight after the bong, 6'4 long dick hard stick nuttin in my queens clit.
talkin bout diccz u must be gay- I walk wit a stick str8 bust ya face.. clip rush ya way..Quote:
Originally Posted by G.O.D.PT3
bess ducc ...
BOOGIE BEAT DOWN YOUR FACE, CRACK YOUR SKULL OPEN, DUCK SEASON STYLEQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
fucc u meanin child? I buck 3.. u wile.. stuck u fo ya cheeze then smile... :fucku:Quote:
Originally Posted by G.O.D.PT3
Nah Money U A Bitch I'll Crack Ur Skull With A Bat/ Puch U In Your Throat And Walk Off Leave U Bleedin From Your Cap....queens Run It Waht
Ya seem blunted son.. Im bout rymin.. send a 100 up in ya mug then run ...Quote:
Originally Posted by G.O.D.PT3
rhymes shine like son trap the mc in the web when its spun
call my niggas in soundview to run up in your crib/ break your jaw,legs,neck and chop you up limb from limbQuote:
Originally Posted by Aclikyano
Red doo rag umma brim, u olympic swimmer? but can't swim/
i'll Slice ya like Pac did ta the bum in above the rim/
u aint slicin shit mate, i see u afraid, this cherry pie cut himself wiv a butterknife blade
A cool theme over a song would be the cover of the song that goes...
Im not aware of..
too many things ....
I know what I know..
If you know what I mean...
Im back on the scene ..crispy and clean...
Out come the phiens ...cause they know what I bring...
I dont stay to long .....cause I dont want the sting...
Im not aware of too many things ...
I know what I know..
If you know what I mean...
Sac-religion is just a believe...
Just a thought for a intro....
Ha Ha .....Got blocks...???
one line kid, get it right/
unlike u im outa sight/
incite wars invites pour, challenges I step up to the challengee/
Make em look like i'm 2006 while he madden two thousand three/
set the hight and let u fall for free....im a mic charmer and u just the seaweed of the sea
Musashi's great rival spittin out classic text, secret teachings of the shogun of what happens next.......
i'm eviL like "Lived" backwards first one to talk smack is the one who gets clapped first
OmO < Idiom
Blood thirst, I howl as full moons come an appear to us"
Knew u was Gay, Cuz ur zodiac sign is "A-Queer.......Ious"
Stylez Furious, burn Fish, I'm Lawrence, Red Rum Shining like Jack as Mr Torrence
Lawrence of Arabia cept umma nigga wit an attitude/
Jus cuz um intelligent done mean I wont Bat a dude/
Writing rhymes for food, a young kid pursues his dreams to feed himself, and his fam too
pursued that goal, day n night he never lost th will to write, his big breaks overdue
flashing lights in the blue guns drawn ...another move with the pawn
TEKILLA sunrise til the red dawn representing the truest form of self since 77' and beyond..
Boldly goin where not man has travelled/
I seek the truth an the truth I unraveled/
the hights of maountains blocking the path i have tackeld//
the highest peack wit fleets carring cannons i have battled//
War battles leave villages torn and shackled, faculty's infecting pupils, now tell me who's the tattle?
Rattled from da blast still inside my head/ stories told from unknowns who's limbs were torned /and left for dead, enough said
I visualize ur statment an I can't help but laugh/
Cuz only things u kill is ur GI Joes from mental Blasts/
The hieght of my insight is enough to excite.. Even the Butchiest of Dikes...
dawn of the dead livin apocolyptic
you rhyme hard like u was a limpdick
No Escape Go To War Like The States Wit Kuwait
The reflecting moon ..is my lyrical monsoon
breaking these twigs ..is like splitting these wigs...
must i repeat this...rip you like a fetus.....
damn son believe this.....
straight from the womb... into the tomb...