tap on my side kick im robben//
with a gun on my lap ski mask the grand in its stack is dropping//
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tap on my side kick im robben//
with a gun on my lap ski mask the grand in its stack is dropping//
your life cost less then often/im not gonna dirt my ass for this trippin/
and i accept any dealing/to kill with my style of the kamikaze fishing
prison bound bitches get reality checked hard
swinging pick axe, didnt heed wu's warning, neck scarred
in sets i intersecpt parts
stealing ur name deals taking skill flashing my vett card//
retard squad back to attack and bombard
call the bomb squad im on wutangcorp.com god
hit up the fourm in red like mod//
delet like god-dess im a ghost in this thread at leats im mod-est//
yet u get wierd stares and looks like odd breast
from the depths of the set(sunset park) interject to toss wreck
Inspectah Deck type flow, infra-red like hindu's, Indias best
propellars wreck ya'll chests in half like silicone breasts
i said india becuz i'm from asia lands too
yes the rhythm is a clear sign of autism
10th chamber visions make it possible for raw spittin
30 PSi .. > BLACK LIGHT AT HOOKA ... WATER SIGHTS .. HALLUCINATION PIPES... ONCE IN IT .. STRIP POKER .. THE WOMEN..> INDIVIDUAL... GRABBING... > FINISH.. WHOSE ... FEELING ...'. ....TIGHT
spill some yak on honys rak as she strips butt crack naked
ask to attack the back, fuck that rape it
hands at the face tape it ..dont say shit..
i proced to rape as i force her down to tast it//
she love that duct tape staged-date-rape, held-down screamin "pound my booty cakes!"/
She glancin at my man skin pumpin clit lips from hips no time to waste/
replaced the sugar daddy wit some dick to put her happy
afterwards didnt wanna kiss her like "ill a booger, nasty!"
red beans and rice that bitch is gassy//
dick is glass as i pork her fat streachmark patchy//
watch out son before shit gets ugly
i ain't nothing to talk about, i ain't lovely//
coma your toes when suck in my throes i com bat like hell when i attack you flail fling your arms like harm not this reign that puts the wise in every king
i come strong wita 1000 troops like the long dynsty of the ming//
shoot threw the wrong the fog is hard to defiy me in the ring//
reply to me in the swing of a lyrical bat cracked sky high past the ceiling/
with insight inside the fights of kings get attacked pulled apart on contact lose all feeling/
when i go into the ring i shine like bling-bling/
the fight begin one two step punch and ding-ding/
is the pain you bring/defeat me is always what u thing/
wit my bat i swing u/my style is like killabeez a sting/
fling between ya queen's in between and my ding-a-ling
pinned to ya spleen, give maxine a ringaling
Beat monsters like Van Helsing
Metal melting throw it as a liquid
Writtin this in B.C. my words are antiquities
Make hot shit at 100 degrees below zero
use chess to infest like a swarm of guest that come off the list
having the host be cooked like toast when use crude french to boast
From coast to coast ryme better then most
Evident from this one post
think you as dope as me mafucka not even close
put thought to wrought the iron strike hot the metal the pot to coal like a foal the mare comes knight brandishing the camel plus lot to lance her in the cot
Will I give up i think not
I stay where i am like a stubborn ink blot
Same as playin the slots in vegas
The Chances of winnin are slim to none
Get knocked back and get stunned
Still act surprised
And you fail like bullshit enterprises
i lumped them as stumped them when cut them to trump them i dump them for thumpthem you know they chump men when feign to something that they can't bring just like the clearing i smear them to tear them from limb like a trim cut asunder like the axe i bring as stunner
ayo king, speakin of vegas, but yer verse is an obsenity, so forget it he, aint nice/
but me on the other hand, i love to gamble, therefore my enemies get "Diced"/
under stress i comfess i shine brighter than the sun confess with rays to display the magnitude of a day in god's eye i aspire to rise though still in flesh i'm ascending like a surprise
Watch out bitches did you get my memo
I'm gonna' Jampack you like a Playstation demo
i mentally mince the tally to shave the rally so cry when die its the meaning of the pie i slice when you show you can't entice
death becomes like the gasp from lungs as i plunge into the soul to take control as you stroll the tunnel the light wrong sided funnel to squeak out the life that is now without sight
cuz I bust through broads with the pickle, mustard cheeze
lay down my sliced pork between her french breaded knees'
(can u tell I ate a cubano sandwich for lunch today)
turn foes to floors like slamming a door they caught on all fours for the beating was done by holding up the sword
my pens mettaphores destroy swords/ i deploy force, from multiple outlets at some of these-toy boards/
strictly for entertainment and to annoy more/ emcees then ever before like that song "convoy" sport/
fledgling rhyme smoker, mc stock broker,
some sell out, i use metaphor to bring clout.
i got sea-men going up stream like trout//
south my dick pulling out..out of her mouth//
splurt that juice on the whore watch her eyes grow wider
quick get some napkins and hand sanitizer
u out grown like a man-o-sizer attached to ur lil dick getting tighter//
samuria fighter slice with heat like a over used lighter//