I'll crack your head open an piss in the fracture.../
run dog or ill have my goons run out an youul get captured.../
fuck this,...im out.
sicka than aidz baby,...im all out.
peace
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I'll crack your head open an piss in the fracture.../
run dog or ill have my goons run out an youul get captured.../
fuck this,...im out.
sicka than aidz baby,...im all out.
peace
one to set it and first to wreck it a bowling ball to fetch it the pins
you get it they be needless to say pinned down like stiffs to ground held by stones the weight makes men groan like a nine to five every day make it live or worse for weather the season changer
for better like the rough get going when the tough are showing can handle the candle that drip on the mantle where wax is timed telling how much to chime like bells be severing in cerebellums they never in cut loose now caboose split from the whole now to a boot harsher than camps when amped or charged run the judge jury and body guard to drill the serg like giants they might be still not eye to i with he in third like degree the position to oversee watching not looking observe whats cooking
on burners and stove when the heats up who'll rove like karl to a bush and snarl laying crumbs to post
from washington to the left coast any way had my say what's left further more is only to debate
In my mid sentence great minds under one nation pray for military repentence. Depict the deficit fuck the rest of it when I spit hot like the feeling below freezing, fucked your bitch while channel surfing nothing on but she's already pleasing. Teasing like the beauty at the top of the catholic chapel, sinners always hungry licked the juices from my venomous apple. Peachy as we meditate our mental fate, kung fu warrior learn's not to fight and grow wiser like golden weed nuggets of an illuminated state.
yo this shit is wack!!!!! yall niggaz need a digital 4 track and a keyboard/sampler.wasting dope shit while everbodyelse get reach. i got the blunts or not,and my bus ticket. who got the equiptment. for real evreybody bring what you got fuck it come to my spot. down here they got a protools studio right in the mall all we need is a beat cd.i know niggaz aint shook. yo if you real about this shit holla back potluck you know. [email protected]
holy ghost vibe i feel the spider truth is twitching
tempting widow eater wins on the truth be told hyms.
get lost^
get lost lil nigga, he loves gettin his salad tossed.../
no queers allowed, nuff said cuz ima boss.../
of all your dumbass can see.../
write as much as you can but beatin me is gonna take you an eternity.../
fuck this shit, imout
peace
left to clutches to master the dutches who bougth the island making
of cash for beads and trash but allow me to progress like a jones on a market
follow the bull like a flush to stool as i defecate to effiminate for a nine month
period leaves them castrate getting plugged like ears can't hear for fear or scared
remember the shit in your head not f-ing with that douche not trucking wits soul sewed
like knits of lint raising bunnies likes its a nunnery some logic in the gunnery use towers for
cowards where else to string when bowels move forward but to topic this rag that props this
to clean and defile putting straight to last mile seems like a ramble on what i'm ample connect
more than dots to squares like speed knots or lumps for sugar getting harden like a buggar yeah
gets sick when brains start to spit up like babies nose foaming akin to maybe could be rabies
but before i close store must entail to my whore so sell these sweets like substance is
meat and potatoes to eat even nothing is no-thing for sum thing makes the truth ring
Yo,
Weapons stay stashed under blades of grass as i surpass shook mc's fast
My rap wrath starts tha bloodbath endin' any clash watch titans dash
Dartz outlast any cats they just chat and face the pave-ment glass
Last in tha battle to run as i ruin anyone from samari to sho-gun
Re-loading my dart gun to target sons, flows weigh in tons
Spray-in slums til' snakes succumb to tha one dominator
I play position on my mission to earthquake tha equator
Verbal violater prosecute you worthless prayer
Buffy niggas tryin' to bite tha vampire slayer
Brick rap layer located in tha state of confusion
Freestyle improvement mummy wraps ya move-ment
I move winds to receive wins in duels make dudes spin out of control
To increase tha peace i take hold of minds, bodies, and souls
I stand alone figure of impossin death
Scythe to chest MC's trynna fight me take their last breath
Shadow of death, thats what I am da grim reaper
Stalk in shadows Imma deciver
Cuz when I battle punks get hit by a,'sleeper'
Flows deeper, Cuz Imma horseman which means either
Death scythe glistens with blood and decappitated heads
4 horseman nigga, cover more turf than a bed spread
Da Grim Reapa
you flap lips like it's a apocalypse
four horsmen and the reaper on a trip
ground cumbles, trumpet sound rumbles
overcast last days of the world crumbled
but I stumbled out the crib this morning
with sun shining, and birds up soaring
I saw Genius Alla with a coffe cup yawning
didn't look much like the devil's spawn
nappy hair, blank stare wearin' pajamas
had lunch box in hand prepared by his mama!
...nothin personal, bro, just a rhyme. peace.
dam I was feel'n that verse. spit some gloomy halloween shit. lol!! peace.Quote:
Originally Posted by Genius Allah
straight off the mop top fresh from the pop shop and the crop stop i can ready ta drop some fresh slop in ya face karate chop not but a hot shot at your education searchin for the mind activation mean time in the location fire burns cremation of this immitation hatian with a lack of information left red faced like masterbation his full time occupation end it termination strangulation suffocation now its time for relaxation after your annihilation exclamation
I run amok, slam my fist into walls
Some'll fuck anything to have a bitch on they balls
Actin like the gun is tucked on em, the son'll buck on em
Air out they bitch jus cuz the bitch is a witness
Y'all ain't in lyrical fitness, stop smokin Canibus
No folk can handle us let alone choke n mangle us
Squeeze ya fuckin neck until ya eyes close
Poke a hole in ya heart and watch ya die slow
Sprayin blood up on some fountain man shit
Squeal like a pig on some mountain man shit
Count em damn clips as they fly at yo face
1, 2, 3, dun you bleed and die wit no grace
rhymes is slow paced, snail slug slippin
Foes race but no escape from rail gun spittin
Advanced technology to match the technique
A Future Thug back in the past to get freaks
Get medieval on em, they pussies bleedin on em
Keep coppin new Tims cuz pussies bleedin on em
Have you eatin on em, ya teeth, you feedin on em
Take a forklift to lift me off from beatin on em
Hook these pork kids to tubes, they feedin on em
Colostomy bag, don't get hot at me fag
Turn you to a Fruitloop if you get hot on me fag
Smilin all at me like you won the lottery fag
Til I smash your fuckin skull like some pottery fag
Suck my balls bizzatch, get ya walls smizzashed
I fuck from albino whizzite to ash blizzack
As long as the ass phizzat, I like hoes thats thick
Flat bizzatch get smizzacked for not knowin that shit
Need a bitch that cause whiplash, necks snizzap
Plus those handskills to make hoes necks snizzap
Which foe next to get wrapped up or hog tied
Sent home for Christmas giftwrapped up and bow tied?
Every day is Thanksgiving, carve turkeys holiday style
Bottle em, then pop they fuckin cork holiday style
Now they want me Locked Up like Holiday Styles
I'm sittin back wipin my dick and ass wit all of they styles
Shit yall aint paper yall just toilet paper!
yeah^^^Quote:
Originally Posted by Skale