and speak true, front on me?my 45th heat boom, leave you lynched in the frozen meat room
Printable View
and speak true, front on me?my 45th heat boom, leave you lynched in the frozen meat room
Delete goon's, like i Eat with Spoons, Speak Booth, Seem new
make cowards spew, bitches make the balls blue,
i dont know ya name who is you??
BOUT TIME i see razorsharp, equipped with grenades that Spark
no diss man... i jus had nothing to come up with... peaceQuote:
Originally Posted by Razorsharp
sharpen my razor tounge, heres my blunty tip
chronic inhaling irong lung with the joke, get the point?
psychologically mental, you're fuckin' with the crazy one/
your momma be my biggest fan 'cause the bitch weighs a ton
LOL OKQuote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
Fuck blazin gunz, toke blazin tongues spit fire make satanz run
fire to ya bunz blazed quick like bluntz & silly stuntz with ganaria cuntz
But dont front/ Leave ya ass in a camp/ Where all tha fake rappers be leaving there stamp.
And they say thanks
For nothing, Accept another fucked up rap
So wap.. How fucked up is you/ Here is your rymme
But keep it in time/ Ya little fucking swine
ill blow ur mind, u get drunk off these words like theys wine
Whats up little bro/ Let yer ink bleed 2 times
Or three or four, But dont you ignore
Tha sound of tha punisher/ Be ya self and not tha man
Not some one who be cool/ Jus be a real man
So take it slow and speek your mind/ Dont be fucked up jus like your behind
So keep that in mind
i shine and blind incompetents, school fools that be minor
i knock your fuckin teeth out with a bangin one-liner
i blend raps defend stats my lyrical grinders,
i spit nonstop, verbal status remains on top
then ull find, no other blood is the same color as mine
blue blooded veins puffin purple fuckin haze
Dutch n Flame, Touch my Brain waves but my pain remains
The same, insane or is we sane?flippin cain tryna maintain its a damn shame
can't Contain my Cash n Change, Catch'n Lames Cappin Dames
I hate the flames, playing games, make me feel like shit is running threw my vaines
trapped in a cage, as acid rain makes contact with my metal bars
Then they Fell Apart, back ta Sell'n rap'z in the Park
Stab ya heart with a sharp Dart that made ya Fall back with no support
full torque/ atcha door right on ya porch
break ya face like it's a porcelain doll, Forfeit all to my Forces Call
tear down tha wall, lets ball homie, its us against yall
they probably fall, cant crawl, bett there brains are all to small
as the Blade Incaves n Stall'z in ya brain and skull
take pain in full, between best and best i be the interval
dull blades on me, the tables turn as ur sliced in half