drunken style, stay and drink a while, spittin with the microphone, home alone/
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drunken style, stay and drink a while, spittin with the microphone, home alone/
the kid is a pussy i switched ur cromozone full blown// i got u cracken up more then a moble phone out of its total zone in 2 tones
breaker-breaker i roam where ur bars are weakest, a verbal genius bludgeonin encylepedias, revolution bleedin like hammer and sickle cell animias
ima dissese penis inject the devel in ya fetus// breath easy butt-head and out pops bevis
the ryhmes come with a hidden thesses ur wack u wanna win ill take out my meat so u can beat this
Surely this dweeb eats dick, he's certainly pleased to offer his meat stick, his rhymes are cheap tricks.. only a faggot speaks with
Please bitch, you can't defeat this, my speech leeches peach soft beetchs straight outta their breeches
who needs this shit? A guy that believes his script.. 'actually' leeches? Does that just mean a 'sucking' machine thats ...seekin a penis?
Pointless poison pens puncture/reverse raps ringing rupture/
Rhymes that're shame to the black culture
torture, I have to edit this scorcher cuz I posted too late, now I'll have to save my hate for the next lyric debate
dunno wtfya talkin bout, but one line rhyming fills me with hate
15 years of age this nigga is fake// ur lines are wack a skipping niddle ur falling off track to stay straight//
Stay up late to create a feeling of hate to spray on a sheet of paper to blast the next hater
leave craters from my megaton attack, try to fight back you get axed son with a quick reaction