Your rhymes are worth less than quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies
My shit stacks like Georges, Grants, Abes and Bennies
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Your rhymes are worth less than quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies
My shit stacks like Georges, Grants, Abes and Bennies
plug your facts wit tics my tacs be flats to yoru lines that have no wheels to spin on i'm beyond the call just crawl out the bunker b4 the plundering gets you like dublin
strike the vice aight rhyme vivid seeing you livd you can't give it when you weathering it
i'm flying above the clouds while you staying grounded because of manifacture problems
eat the beef take it sparingly while you get tossed in the grinder
to become the most pathetic lunch meat to ever greet the consumer to date
trick tracks to maneuver to fake the shooters at face
aimming to take the movers at stake
contemplate beef equates consequensesQuote:
Originally Posted by 100pr00f
supernatural relentless interferes the five senses...
and your senceless not to mention not worth mentioning
Slack never act your raps are divalicious
you spit specious stupendous you can't comprehends/
End cha remedy i'm the enemy to the sane cats trying to track my vats
splash acid joke's on you soberly psychic when i apply it it's dangerous/
Slangatorium hip hop forum camera angle slam dance
i'm ecstatic mostly definate when i represent spit contentious devious when i rob the matress hit the padded room black out in a momment of zen/
Chokin the pen until it turns blue; death is life's curfew
Standing before God, you'll have nobody left to turn to
potent flows roasting rappers like bread doe i'm the freddy, the michael myers that ripper sick n vicious killing flows wit a meat kleaver without giving u a reason/
Killing you with heathen Gorgons, I'm stormin' swarmin' Medusa
Grab her snake hair like handlebars and face-fuck abuse her
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Originally Posted by Tecknowledgist
Confuse There whole team with rhymes on da Computer, dangerous like a Mind with A Tumor, got more lines then Rulers, as i eat mc's like a Consumer
I got an ill sense of humor smashin rookies
into a wad of dough making Quasimodo cookies