Some sucka's have more balls than brains, you fucka don't pretend the G with golden chains, don't think that my lines are vain, post more "you know what I'm sayin'?"
P.S. I'm really pleased that somebody is interested in my profile ;)
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Some sucka's have more balls than brains, you fucka don't pretend the G with golden chains, don't think that my lines are vain, post more "you know what I'm sayin'?"
P.S. I'm really pleased that somebody is interested in my profile ;)
Killin this nigga,slayin him, spraying him,chop Jay's pany ass up like cross bladin
my words are blazin like statements from satan
Ive left hollow points in different area codes, you cant find me cuz i travel the lesser known roads
even if ya Paired my Foes, and there Parents rode, you coun't Compare ta Those Careless fucks
In one line I pull both your biting fangs, cause my rhyme hit your front and back like a boomerang.
best of both sides like a ying yang, its a one line rhyme and im bringin it back
Bang! Bang! Bang!!! - Here IAM! - just like the hired hitman, just want to make you hang!
No longer running rhymers over with my train, seeking to up knowledge, like lifting em on cranes
i'm cold blooded/ never spit flames in vein
Sold Bunches of Fake Cocaine like School Lunches make em Make a Lane
these headshot rhymes will break a brain, rappin "magic" like earvin johnson in a lakers game..
they call I the great dane dont give two fucks about glory when i already on the fame
On the fame but they cut off the gravytrain
Outta luck So you stuck
in the middle of Nowhere on Route Zero
Seein nobody but longhaired weirdos
My Mindframe Is Right, Yours Is Left Like Izquierdo/
I'm A Verbal Jet Li...A Lyrical Hero.
half azz mc's atomic number zero i'm not hear to only hurt yo pride i stay also for ya ego
u know the drill, my punches pack alot of torque/
u could'nt Dodge the force/
if you grabbed life by the horns/ to stop it's course/
Shot ya Corpse, then Knocked on Your Mama's Door, Drama NO MORE
Come back for an encore
Rymes like ammuntion got more
then a gunstore
Run-4 ya life if you trip
You'll get clipped
Shipped to heaven hell or purgatory
Send a deadly shock to ya circulatory
spell it right "Sirkulatory", give word to the story when i inflitrate the system
Rhymes can twist em,
Like a demented state of wisdom//
fists Flung!! i Hit Son With Prescion, like i Sticked Gum
kidz done..happen to git lumped..dip one ina vessel HIT blood..turn stiff..what!Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
sticky cum, all over ya face, all over the place,
makin' my mark on ya bitches, creatin', the illest race
Bang bus these college sluts
My flow always nuts & busts/
return of the milf banga/
if they get pregant i perform abortion wit a coat hanger
out comes the fetus, society tryin' to bleed us,
ta death, takin' our breath like a shot of meth
like math, lyrically calculating
Got more rhymes to spit, one da count of 3, start salivating
1.....2.....3
After these counts, i'm back on track
i herd tha most hideous crime is to lyrically attack
but your lyrically flat....lyrically wack, son,
i bust out my gat and RAT-A-TAT-TAT,
that's the sound from my tommy gun, it's just begun,
i rip ligament until im done
surround you with concepts, droppin' A-Bombs,
fools goin' out like 'nam vets, watch em' on your TV sets,
the last thing you'll see is my sillhouette,
creepin' up behind ya, flick ya like a cigarette
watch your soul flicker out and fade away
i cover up your body like bald-mans-douppe
cops can't find it, they in a dissarray,
so creative, you'll want to watch it, rewind, replay,
im only for the money, just want the CREAM,
doing anything to get my face in a magazine,
beam me up ta stardom livin the american dream,
im part of a supreme regime, words flowin' out in a violent stream
blaze as the sunburned with ultravilot beams,
the silent schemes, solid thoughts iron dreams
blood through the seems of skin scenes
tracks pull crack in fiends from lying teams
protect ya neck, protect ya rep
dont bail on ya man yet, dude still gott'em by tha neck
Yesterday I was reading the Bible for new hope
Today I'm deciding weather or not to merc the new pope
radical disaffection,
control the overflow of my lyrics spillin, straight illin west coast, straight... gang..sta villian,
doin' the dirty work just for the thrillin,
can't count the bodies i be killin,