3 vs. 1, battling you son, crushin' scum, killing two + one, make your words run
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3 vs. 1, battling you son, crushin' scum, killing two + one, make your words run
oneline propz comin offa the top to sever the clever whenever 666 properly drop
kick eversick like a brick, whip your bitch, lick her lips til everbody understands my spits
fuck yo ass up as if i was Pai Mei, David Lynch em' leavin niggaz lost in the mothafuckin highway...
jump on yo back like king kong on a marathon-thursday
bitch-slap yo ass don giv a fuck wha you say
pounce on yo ass like a fuckin cyclone
to me and my crew you just a dickless psycho
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Originally Posted by Illegitimate Devil
and by the last remark i guess ya mean that u spit pussy,kick me like a brick,u faggot, im granite,can't push me,ure wussy should have never entered the temple,cuz 666 is back wit sharpend rhymes slicen like tenchu ....
temple made of granit flooded by water, one bar, caught ya, verbal slaughter
what have i taught ya, practice in the temples kicked off into a fight for a new order, wanted real rhymes thats what i brought ya,
a shorter rapper, a illegitimate mc, coming to the temple tryin to step to we,
u rhyme one lines cus 2 bars is to hard for u to acheive,
lyrics form an effigy that lacks density, I divide the coefficients the equation, no remainder, I multiply like gangmembers, the flow is a violent blow, decapitate usurper rap progeny is a deadly strategy
dwelling on the chessboards the intellectual niggaz, the pawns are dollar figures, wack niggaz tryin hard to get a firstdown by gaining mad yards, too many devils playing God
yo im hillbilly, ma house is right next to a pond/
i sit on ma porch wita boomstick n ill blast anything that comes into ma lawn/
im men 2 tha pawns watch ya queen closlely/
carryin toast b i ghost creep coldy/
START Shi..we bitin..fuck barkin!. duck-a-dartzman..find ya parted like seas..
U retarded like these, pheens-coke strickin, now check notes, trippin