stoncold drunk i flip sings wip sick bitches wit thick vines// attack hits on patched matresses for practis to split spines//
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stoncold drunk i flip sings wip sick bitches wit thick vines// attack hits on patched matresses for practis to split spines//
Crastuf, I spit fine like crystal clear mondiams
I cut slicker than Bill Gate computer guillotines
I come from the shadows and show up more often than onetime
but when I spit I attract crowds like free cokelines
I automatically refine verses in no time, I show my, 2 nine's in 2 hands and yell fuck crime!
come correct in the speed of light time, and just get on mcs like slugs and sick slime
I'm sick of these/ weak MC's/, blow crew's to debris/, to the furthest capacity/
ONE LINE
your worthless tenacity.. isn't matchin me, burning acidy liquid im spittin on bitches sassin me/
i come wit a full charge like a battery/// atack in light speed bolts flow like electicity accrutly//
lay down the red carpet when i approach 'your majesty'/ i turn all happy occasions like christmas to funeral tragedys/
all ya'll slack, I shortcharged the battery, I put out ill lyrics like a factory, I even got Jesus showing flattery
not even a kodak or a pokeball could capture me/ i heard your mum got lost so you checked for her at battersea/
And it'll take a fucking huge crew to ever attempt to batter-me
I hate vermin, so I'm looking to kill the snitch that fucking ratted-see
Lyrically the shit, your kittie litter rhymes fail to make you a badder-G
I got energy for days, they call me the 'rap battery'
I've got lyrics that slay and I leave blood on the walls like anime on a page
My inner children are runaways, I guess I'm like Sage
And dukes betta fucking duck when I'm tucking the 12 gauge
swing swords thats surrounded by flames heated spike chains fourms the blade // bikes in range 3rd gear towerds that stage of caged aps linkd together by bladed breads//
I'm an angry animal, don't let me out of my cage
Caps, leds put in your head, my spirit rips you to shreds
Whilst I'm bucking cops, lifting up frocks and fucking over feds
A rasta by day, smuggle the UZI in my dreds
rubber pills the tread off the bike on to ur head ...my killing spre is like aids i spread
ahead in the rinks i divower cowreds impowed in flanks/ i will hit u like 151 guzzeld in drinks
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