to battle me is fatal, as i'm flippin tables, splittin your faciels, my mind wired like cable, elevated like angels//Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
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to battle me is fatal, as i'm flippin tables, splittin your faciels, my mind wired like cable, elevated like angels//Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
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Originally Posted by White_Mouse
In Hell and It Rain's Volcano, got Intell how ta kill Satan in his own Domain so..no more Eternal Pain through the Burnin' Burden of Flames!
Cursive Words on the Page, fell asleep while trying to Think.Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Every time i blink, my soul shrinks, heart gets colder, and my surroundings get a year older
I tear shoulders, as i bare boulders, kill fair soldiers, try to keep away from wax cuz i fear molders
who dare told ya?, my layers older, check the limestone evidence
flame thrower comlex when i claim sodier
the strange fang mouthed mc game molder
In the pines don't represent, cuz spines broke is evident
My fought i'm floodin, i'm settin off, brain cells sheddin, by eleven
but weak raps be irrelevant
concepts puffs joints long as tusks from elephant
Seven light years from heaven, the best men don't test
I won't press, but if i'm pushed, i'll get a shaolin monk vexed
Lumps in chests, face inflate, bass shake bases of fates
Shanked in prison crates, cells were racists is raped
I'm basically shaped, in the figure of a real thug nigga
I eat slugs nigga, and sleep wit bugs bigger...
i creep with mother nature
the entity cookin up brains in the incubater
Than houses, therefore i'm homeless, beggin for loans n
Microphone'in, super star treck zone'in, flowin through cones by dome man
See you later, shady payer, under table cable cutter
maple sucker, big black fable gutter
Need naples brother, i'm hungry so i'm bake'in mothers
And shankin lovers, children get laced and smothered
I'm the racist facist fucker, mic heckler, the pussy wrecker
Push me better, hop back and drop stacks, or get recked son
The best one, fuck the one two's, and the mic checks dun
Rap is like sex fun, roll wit tech guns, ready to bless one
Rapid tap it, rappers get back, i'm exploding non stop
Showing dimes drop, pussy juice all over niggas mom's locks
Can't stop, this keyboard needs a paint job
I'm so ill i make saints sob, hip hop all the way, i hate rock
This is a fake job, i make lakes dry, rivers stop and livers pop
Yeah shiver pops, cuz this nigga just copped the silver glock!!!
25 minuets straightm, demonstrate my nickel plate
My bullets hate vest, they lay in techs, and make lex...
Diamond run, yeah fuck were you from, staten gets batted
In the dark, cincinnati marks, over newyorks sports matted
Shave with razor blades, genitils, put bats in pussies
Smoke kush weed, like rakishi you can't push me
Silverback gorilla pack king, i smack pheens, and track things
Attack spleens, the mac gleams, my rings cracks beams (light)
A fat mink, coat, soaked in red bloddy lookin liquid
Just kill it, if this line was a dead family member, you missed it
Get dick licks, i split wigs, sadistic, no heavenly the gold metals g
Check the meadoly, as i move through heavly, i'm out seven g's
Devin told me, when i get old, i'll rule the world
BUt die quick cuz thats life kid, thats when i sliced him
I fight men, wit right hooks and pens, to me crooks is hens
I got phonebooks of friends, and i never tighten loosend ends
The booze i blend, with sin--similla, vinilla skin thrilla
The mic fight battle career killa
I fear millers, beers and and tears from the indiana pacers
That will shank ya, then rape sons, with spanked guns
Its the stank bum, i'm out yaw i've caused enough damage
The savage in the sun wit tans and, shit, i just slamed this shit
^^^ 25 posts in 34 minuets- rhymes at that- from 9:04 to 9:38, ohio time
Rappers come out ya holes, pussy faces and dick heads (girlz and boyz)
Pushin basics that spit lead,
The cops is afta ya in africa, as the kush weed traces thicken
Stick ya wit 2 bars like Double Penatration//
Tha Villain in black is back....I took a cosmic vacation//
Villainous victor...This slickster shakes tha Richter//
Tha 10 point 0, blowin foes outta tha picture//
aim for the strike zone man hes a good misser, throwin faster than a steriod-hooked pitcher
ya hands burn n blister after touchin mic's when I rock//
I blow ya spot like waco, shootin' missles from verbal glocks//
Flows is that hot....
I play too much. lol. feedback plz!!!
willin to kill oppostion im pillin(pealing) they skin
if u aint brave for delf and save ya self, you villainous then?