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reading queen hippie's post like he's trippy but not strippie on the flippie lyrically, the beat's just not there with the snare come correct or verbally un-clarity. here's your charity your hilarity so spare me the shit when I see shit, so here's my private message: please fucking quit. you cant spit ain't legit you're rhyme'n shallow like a bog pit, maybe quit and go back to suckin' tit. can't fit that saggy slit like i'm wear'n protection, hurt's worse than seeing a Nixon sticker reading "2016 re-election"
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give me my points or it's a hollow cost Christ followers nailed em to a cross
bringing jihad with a handy hand-gun plus two shiny new revolvers hidden in the loft
A tomb raider like Laura Croft rappers like Ross fictional characters like Jack Frost
You know my roots silent treatment for arrogant bitches get lost
chicken-heads get a face full of hot-sauce face fucked then tossed
that's how I'm living turkey rappers get the trimmings
digging holes for gold digging women like robin givens
these hoes are either pig-headed or pigeons
their jack tripping I keep the gifts they get the ribbons
kick their ribs in only actions giving
No transaction if she don't want to swallow i'll hand her some napkins
she talks shit I'll get to slapping with backhands
Know bitch go get ghost like pac man
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double take wait that's not a crane its dick and balls, posting "hey buddy" or "hey guy" laughing like Canadian's at Montreal's. back sled in tights and never see the snatch, beat you in 4 bars say'n its "1/16th's of a practice match". try'n to tame some strange cause that's what I do, like Ike from south park but i'm not a jew. lookin' at you asking who to screw fuffa or bitch tutti?, reminds me of your girl cause none of the 3 are at all cutie. puberty changes like when you fart your dick gets hard, or a tingling sensation in your strange K.O. on the floor minus your virgin card.
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I dont give a fuck how hard you say you are..ok? If u play the part ill pull your card n have your card dispayed..you arent that great!
Ive been doing this for ten years while u barely wet behind the ears
Go back to the drawing board n c wtf u started rhyming for i got more rhymes than lines at stores, that are more electrifying than the might of thor with more pride than a lions roar
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so dont even try to score our defenses impenetrable
reprehensive of these verbal vegetables inedible there r several
give em the flava like I was Craig Mack the saints back
throwin blades on the track like a ninja Asian attack
slay with a blade with a handle thats wrapped in human skin
those that disbelieve in God will soon b meetin him
in a fiery hole that burn souls eternal cookin internals
these lame flows im spurpin, damn the ones who spit them
uncover your theological social mind control system
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so dull I'd give up the nigga vote for sharp swimming like a carp, so deep in tha game props to J.T.S like i'm good above the lyrical tarp. so sharp I'm breast milk just put my girl's strange on F cause its valentines, drownin' in cum when I come jaw dropped Russian's labled it patronized American Romanized. hoping for gold like amerian slave traded high as faded talk'n "whip me i'm out dated", hitting the enter button dissing the above m.c. shit stained never gained shaolin desecrated.
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satanist temple desecrator devastator of haters
kill em now and not later skinnin em like pataters
lyrics as thin as the paper they scribbled on
i dribble bombs and shoot 3-pointers anoint them
pigs keep oinkin, id rather eat mutton or beef
but fuck it bitch its all the same to me kill yo fakery
up in the bakery rollin pounds of dough
beyond mountains of snow blowin ounces of dro ready 2 pounce ona ho
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no compromise of any demise my wisdom's disguised
kill vets attend the memorial with frames over my sleepy eyes
no salute my cute bitches shoot the spurs off boots
screaming loud as the roosters that roost
crew thick only allies no more recruits
traitor troops on the run once the squadron regroups
on the stoop rocking hats that droop low
we raw as the ER full of drugged up pyscho's
remember the death of your members recollected on the death slide-show
stay high and ride-low conscious of over jealous foe's
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overzealous hoes leave they head on the floor
ready 2 roll, lift up yo body like Lambo doors
when the lead explodes projectile shrapnel
try 2 prey on a pterodactyl get snapped up
eatin scooby snacks with a stack of bucks
smack u fucks with a hockey puck then a body dumped
take it to the edge then u'd probably jump
you grimy bum eatin soggy crumbs out my cereal box
fuck yo bitch with a venereal cock wearin a sock
smoke a bag of pop rocks and get married 2 a glock
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rap so little no recognition hiding out like holden caulfield, writing rhymes during WWII only 1 pic to prove it PTS so strong it's almost healed. Like Salinger with rhymes more disastrous than an 86 challenger, only one nigga Ronald McNair who should care? agreeing say'n "I Concur". such a white guy read'n 'big sur' at big sur trying to psychedelically transfer, like a hippie haven't been trippy in awhile while I smile melted fur pelted by hot liquor.
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hey yo why the fuck is he rap'n lyrics in blue like a crip?, gotta make that money maine chill in spain "he needs a spleen" plus new a hip. fuck chips ride a bike like a white and dangers dike blacker than spike, jones when he's jonesing no seat on his mountain bike. hit the dislike on that rhyme ain't worth my time past his prime smells like slime, never friend the unknown stranger "his shit's lame all the same" stained lyrical grime. O3EY's old like family guy got the black death like blue sky, presents: holocaust the wu tang forum called 'em out when I spout the punch and black eye. "what the fuck I got to lie for?" so drunk i'm post'n rap after SHITTY rap, slow down on the speed trap ugly girl vag flap killed ya aussie ass sting ray on ya gay shitty lyrical crap.
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No playing on my station I catch wreck on recreations
the transporter beating the shit out of transvestites on public transportation
black cloud hovers over the heads who booed the standing ovation
clap off the furious faces rest in peace celebration
fried you chickens on greasy grills the grief is ill
they felt chilly weather chills shaking stop-sign still
in the hood I had a li'l fame for packing blue steel everyday was a hardcore drill
nothing here trill but my misfits split chips to pay my bills
peeled the skins off these potatoe heads no play dogs are dead
hot-wheels screech as dark streets are lit up by hot lead
from the lyrical revolver any battle session solver
Brothers calling themselves gods and to their seeds they can't even be a father
I reebox pump their girl's vaginas and they still scream harder
that's just life seriously trife dikes get stomped when I rock my all black nikes
as a youngin' used to run the streets like red lights
rappers running for the mountains should've invested in bikes
candy dandy emcee's got ran for their stripes
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ran for they stripes slammin the mic down they throat
they wanted and asked for it so now ill just watch them choke
off they own blood shoot lyrical chrome shotgun slugs
Ill put you under the ground like Battlefield 4 software bugs
no holes in our tank we rollin holdin loads of bank
now u know who to thank for the ass kickin dome splittin,
whatever comes next I fry faggots who played chicken
bitch im a monster red dragon fire spittin,
roast yo bitch ass and then eat yo children,
when i come to get you wearin no mittens,
leave fingerprints all over your shit so u know who did it
the S-H-R-A-P RIP to these Flappy Pigeons,
u fap to pictures of naked women i bake em and sell em,
tell you just where im at im on Vicky,
come thru get some sticky icky, not from the weed
but from your blood drippin when u pay 4 your evil deeds
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enter the room like Bitch Pudding say'n "what's up hoes", follow my lyrical jab strikes stay on ya toes. hit ya in your ox like a shaolin fox make you sliver while you quiver with that bloody liver, or sliver around midnight in the dark like a boar while I deliver. bump and shiver around the time of the dragon, have ya sick and vomit like ya fell off the sober wagon. zig-zag'n like i'm bragging strike the verbal mic at the time of supreme whiteness, needed more than 5 deadly venoms of the snake and rake a spleen for sexual tightness. fuck a break i'm so fuck'n real scarlet letter never better, killed ya with the horse technique while I sneak on ya mid day A plus dead letter. pick up text on martial arts and call it bubishi, lost in kung-fu translation scrolled around this rhyme call it the dead sea.
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Acknowledge the ledge ending compound bending
Impound the sound clobberings so convienant sending
Shatterproof sound matter mat grounds crash crowns
My batters smash the massive mass turned to ash
Supreme clash with green mask cloud colored hash
See clear cash cavavities bashed teeth spitters
We fiend that spleen liquor
