shut up honky^
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shut up honky^
I'm stickin y'all up,
Like a syringe in Bobby Brown.
When I come around,
I sound out, And empty out a round.
The spot's resoundin,
While my pulse is poundin.
THis freestyle sucks cuz,
I'm watchin CLueless,
Sitin' here SHOELESS.
No socks it's stupid.
Remote talkin' to me,
All up in my ass like DOODIE.
Empty Pepsi bottle tryin to fool me,
Up against the cherry wood,
Thought that it was full.
THe shit is unbelievable,
Swig sum air, Concievable.
YOu speakin' bull,
And Weeze and drool.
I'll take you to skool,
Like the local bus.
My vocals thrust,
And then the Oral BUSTS.. NUTS!
AAAHHH!!! Gettin MAd..
Cuz i'm really fuckin bored,
The silence in the room and in my head,
throws me on the floor.
CArpet rash, I spark and dash.
Rap and cash the blackened hash.
Alex here, He quackin' Mash.
Then wax and thrash...
How coincidental,
On my ass.
Doobies full with 'muda grass.
Dupin' with the Buddha Smash.
So FLASH.
When I'm rockin a dead Dino.
Bumpin the Alpino,
SNiffin up that Albino.
Yea, That Powder shit.
A Maybelline Chowder tip.
Yea, I'm loud as shit,
and BLAOWin' quick!
I can't believe I'm still on this.
I'm still typin, AH!
Still writin', RAH!
I'm strugglin' like fightin' God.
Now that's that real shit,
Go ahead and ask me what's the deal, bitch.
My thread's drippin' Ox blood,
Bright as day, My socks should,
Hop up on my toes, good.
Actin' like my foes would.
Like that fat muthafucka, that's always rollin up.
Holdin' Nuts, like HOLY FUCK!
Is that a 1998, JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE?!?!
HOW CLEAN! WAit, no it's not,
TEll me why u starin, B.
Cuz u wanna sniff my jock,
Gettin all up on my (AH!),
But u can't drop shit hot.
But I can, GIve you a learnin,
Cuz an hour after I'm done writin',
The paper's still burnin.
Hahahaha.. That last line is ill... But, the rest i dunno about, kuz i just been typin this straight thru off the top of my dome. So, lemme know how many ppl actually read all of this.
half my famz white cuz were the "dopest" on the planet.../
run your mouth, i cant leave that alone god dammit.../
actually homie, i dont give a damn.../
im a savage in my heart but my moms a white girl an she can rapper better an faster than u can.../
stay in dare..Hell,...I dont care,.../
fuckin have some nutty bitch butt fuck your faggot ass with road flares.../
anyways,...on to some more important shit../
sayin I cant be militant,...go ahead queer an keep spill shit.../
fuckin buster...u another righteous, stuck in the past black cats?...
fuck u twice, U get more job oppurtunities than an Indian on the map.../
oh well,...go get my bow an arrow or somethin../
"Fuck what u heard u nerd,...cant keep me from Wu Tang or nothin.../
u get maimed face to face so shut the fuck up munchkin...
7min...PIR
half my famz white cuz were the "dopest" on the planet.../
run your mouth,... i cant leave that alone god dammit.../
actually homie, i dont give a damn.../
im a savage in my heart but my moms a white girl an she can rapper better an faster than u can.../
stay in daycare..Hell,...I dont care,.../
fuckin have some nutty bitch butt fuck your faggot ass with road flares.../
anyways,...on to some more important shit../
sayin I cant be militant,...go ahead queer an keep spill shit.../
fuckin buster...u another righteous, stuck in the past black cats?...
fuck u twice, U get more job oppurtunities than any Indian on the map.../
oh well,...go get my bow an arrow or somethin../
"Fuck what u heard u nerd,...cant keep me from Wu Tang or nothin.../
u get maimed face to face so shut the fuck up munchkin...
7min...PIR
check the times,7 min, i aint editin it.....but heres the one with the missing letters, the one that makes sense
that shits funny as hell AK...http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...mileyprops.gif
ight check it...
I got three glocks in my knee socks/
hang cops from treetops/
got more street rock in my reeboks/
I got the heavy Machete to rip through your belly/
also got the bazooka and two hooka's both strapped and ready to shoot ya/
man.. im back kid
fuckin White n Dangerous, "The rappin tampon's" in da house...suuuuuu..peace!
haha maybe u havent heard of the rap cat Young Lay, if not then don't be judgein
u dont remember that?.....u started a thread to murder me an i gave u props,...this before the corp lost......
remember "White,tight an outta site"?
hahahhahhahaaaaa...what the hell ??Quote:
Originally Posted by Sicka
yeh and i also killed him in a battle that day or the day b4 u started that threadQuote:
Originally Posted by Sicka
goes like this king.....Quote:
Originally Posted by KingShyt
"Yeah u white..White, tight an outta site.."the rappin tampon's" got it goin on.../
so how does it feel to get pissed on by someone's moms when that time of the
month comes along?"
lol
My lyrics are clear hits, splits ya disses into near misses. My style pisses on ya wishes, words like fishes swim in writtin liquid, I stick and move with grooves that destroy noobs on the mic, I spit on this shit like it was my life, my dick in your girl like she was my wife, a prick in your world when I pull the knife, I cause strife that could end ya night with a good right. My might is incredible, I'm edible meanin' you can bite me. Go on and try to fight me, your blows land only lightly, try to spite me and I'll get unsightly, rightly so I flow outta control on the microphone...blown straight outta proportion, flowin' like a back alley abortion, sick and rancid...dirty and stinkin', smells like I've been drinkin' and it's got me thinkin' that yall pink n' wet like pussies, I bet you can't push me...they call me Squishie on the streets cuz I'm cushy with these beats
Imma illegitimate bastard whus infected with syphillis
rhymin aint neva been a 100x sicka than this
watch carefully as i leave mouths gaping in awe
cause i spit rhymes and verses a 100x raw
leave ya fuckin rotting under the desert sun
stopped ur heart with ma highvoltage stun gun
im the grim reaper,aint to b fucked with
feel tha anger, and come join tha sith
cause we kill fake rappers as if they jedis
so come join the black clan, listen to our battle cries
infiltrate and penetrate ur phony bitches.
as i've said, pure niggaz in it onli for riches
So ill leave ya a mutha fukin krapass hater
for bangin on ya ass and leavin a bigass crater
i inject mcees with my rap dialect,
my complex texts leave all foes perplexed
me an my sect build like sphinx architects
as foes threats exist only in concept.
i detect defects, correct intellects
raps sting septic like poisonous insects
snitch! point the index to the theft suspects
i project multiple shots when i speak
counterfeit sequels retreat real quick
u can't achieve my verbal theatrics
i practise backflips on a tilted axis
lyrically manufacture mic capture tactics
and reduce foes to levels that suck tits.
mean while as i emerge from the muck of the past
mc's i outlast like gloves, everlast
punchin out light ripin sound bites
hittin up dykes
its only right that i get trophy fo most lyricaly insane
an mc that cant be tamed
i'm tragic like hamlet the dane
sipin of the nectar of a wolfsbanes poisonous flower
devouring mc's ringin chins like clock towers
by the hour harrasin all that come through my path
i'm the wrath of the almight sometimes an outcast
shootin at them cowards that think they rap but they singin'
not with hallow points but wit five star sharingans
from my wu-tang pack, i blast off with a nin-jutsu
i bite niggas i'm a bigger dawg, they shitzus'
this is the ninpu karate kid master mind
wu-tang menace who knows all the styles and signs
the sanke, tyger, dog,
give niggas headaches plus a side of tylenol
for evermore i would stand out
till i make it to wu-tang latino u "Maricon" just bail out
Unmarked bullets used for the simple stragies for lyrical attack, (wu tang manual) rule 3 = 'lure the tiger out the mountian' before he jumps on your fuck'n back. Watch look and listen before you speak in the mc battle, beware of him that does not return the deadly strike of the snakes rattle. Poisonous teacher might mislead the pupil, strike before you're finished blinking left you see'n past quadruple. "Beware of him that does not return your blow", slick stream like fresh water lyrical softness with the eppervesent sword flow.
^^^^ killed it
trust us, not those bitch ass wannabe thugsta's/
deadly shinobi, you payin me to fight slowly/
Horrorific scriptures, like 2 pac, painting percect pictures/
Deadly terrain, leave ya half retarded and insane/
strep throat leave ya coughin, often, my rhymes leave ya in a coffin/
man rappin every time~a~day, killin everybody elses rhymes like i got rhyme~away/
and suddenly through the mist, there was answers/
clutched within my fist, i grasped cancer like the lips of a panther/
im dangerous like skydivin in a cloud of choppers/
sharpen minds paralyzin weak minds my words is plottin evil chapters/
so page by page the mic phone became a slave/
to the words i engrave till i get to chapter 8/
green funk wonderin, lookin for an anecdote/
my sickness spread quicker than a gallon root beer float/
while i dote on, rain drops my dome drenched wet protons/
and im heavier then ten big puns slathered up in wet rugs/
i eject slugs from the body my enemies shot at me/
i probably get probation for the way i execute so fastly...
i used to do mad ecstasy, i'd fuck any bitch next to me
drugs got the best of me, my body is stressin' the
shit i'm puttin' in it, i'm pushin' the limit to my grave
i almost gave way to ill behaved ways, non-days
weeks i can't remember, october into november
5 counts of assault but that's not all
also criminal threats, all because of a brawl
did a tiny ass bid in a whiny ass concrete crib
with dudes that molested kids
how can i live out the rest of my days, trapped in a fucking cage
so i took the time to save myself from grime, stood above petty crime
i still got time left on parole, but better know that when that goes
i'm still gonna be on the road of the rightous, burnin' up obstacles like nitrous
Government change derranged thoughts of a ghetto man's brain/
left em' broke slangin' crack bags, a hundred a vein/
black market, nappy clothes roamin around town/
cardboarded his fuck house 'n' left the nigga to drown/
it's all actual the shit that i spit, come back at you/
boomerang slang bamboo sticks to soothe the pain/
fiction lies in eyes of those who can't see straight/
no connection to one love...and can't beleive faith/
cake walk the golden temple....
yeah... as we get down to the Tunaville
puta spill his brains all out the coup de ville
no food'll fill me, im hungry in ways you cant imagine
better shoot to kill me, I hope you pack a magnum
Shrap'll hang em out to dry on the gallows
hollows is hallowed, you can get em all in a nano-
second, grab yo weapon, nah, start steppin
unless you really wanna learn a hard lesson
darts blessin, infectin mc's with venom
in a second i get em, to the essence i send em
rend em like a garbage disposal
armed with the vocal, I shot at the locals
you need bifocals to peep it damn its heavy
need the seeds to bleed, I creep wit a machete
sleep wit chicks thats heavy, its more cushion
for the pushin in the tush that get em gushin
woosh bitch
woosh bitch
Enter the shadow shogun with the blade
cuts ya rhymes, makin it fuckin fade
Shave ya dick off with a shuriken
leavin ya face grey and ashen
rhymes slices thru the air
cause ur's as old as Ric Flair
silence ya for life,corny fake nigga
done in by the muthafuckin Shadow ninja
when i woke up in the middle of the night thesheets were tangling/
shit was hard to breath only i was the one strangling/
i dont need air to breath i can survive fine off O-zone/
what that you wanna fight with me? go ahead bo-zo/
hurtin your throat with pins and needles/
pokemon battles i won so its time to evole the young weedle/
what we runnin circles runnin a planet of 'ice time'/
too nice always brings the sugar like fat kids lunches at 'lunch time'/
i dont work out at the GYM i eat 'beefcake 4000'/
this shit makes you 'not thin' unlike the air ontop of mountains/
runnin smooth with ice planet the bandit who single handed/
took over the titanic and just left the crew stranded/
thats what really happened it aint about any ice bergs/
i dont like to fuck with skanks id much prefer nice girls/
taggin this century i left my names on walls all over my crew pleads tretory/
we a forum legacy even if you hung me out to dry you couldnt hold a peg to me/
peace, 5 min job ^.
I'm tired of this bullshit, ready to pull my pen out and bust rhymes
Cokeheads ain't got this amount of lines
In their head, I'll leave every single whack rapper dead
Lookin' at my shoe treads, instead of actually shootin' a gun, they left in my stead
Read rights and smashed mics, The jakes can come get me
Just lettin' off a little steam equally.
Garbage-ass keystyle...
ink spreads from my pen when i bust in wit a flow from my head//
words bend backwards in a spin like hollow point tips produceing the dead//
holes fill in were i have bleed essince//
pain and suffering built up from the tourtchering session of the brains confesions//
souls hovering watching the kill about to take place in secends//
severing pesents from the neck wit sharp weapons delivering blows at thier intestents//
death comes fast with the axe hacking tactics giving acts from the masses//
backflips balence blacksmiths swords at max speed leaving u in patches//
blood flow with the flow of my spit out my mouth//
curving the pen to the south finsh the shit with a period and im out//
protect ya neck and torso
shootin to kill half of these bozos
mater fact watch your earlobes and quick react
cause i got a milli mac that give niggas heart attacks
as i smash mcs daily lately peps seem to hate me
but they cant face D
i got more hits than 106 n park wit Aj & Free
the skill so bright that ya'll cant see
i be the illest latin killa bee
the new Hit Wonder RockD
i was bored on this one.
run for the hills
lowercase cat wu corps finest cant catch.../
pitch me out over some bullshit that didnt even involve your snatch.../
enuf of that,..like kurupt.../
"fuck a bitch, an fuck u too",..baby ninjaz recognize that my styles' "whats up".../
could care less what gun your dumbass carrys.../
think u all that,...watch me pop these cherries.../
bring it, whatever,...oh no!...your gonna put some shit together.../
thinkin u scary,...ive been demonic as far back as I can remember.../
an that's forever, i aint as dumb as half of yall.../
philipino savage wit loot,...crazy gangsta yo "I have it all.../
get complicated,...while i get faded.../
I had 3 kids when you punks first ejaculated.../
rip your hymen out your mouth,...bleed that shit, 'need a tampon".../
fuck a bitch, an fuck u too...fucka bitch, an fuck your crews...../
PIR native gangsta in the house wit the 9 minute, u aint shit, u dont half to lie cuz we all know u aint gotta clue
PIR
finest ninja rhymes,produced ba ma ballpen
make ya look like ya straight from a playpen
Shogun entas,unsheathes his blade
murder ya ass in the black ninja glade
Cuz this the fuckin Ninja golden ages
Be lockin non niggaz in fuckin dog cages
The shogun,hes prone to deadly petty rages
his list of murda,long to last pages and pages
endin this rhyme,cause i think enuf's said
before the shogun comes, shootin everyone dead
Fuck the dead cut there minds off cause there jealous like the living, dull with that sword play livin blade's only giving. Wasted space in this place like 2 complaints from the same mod, fuck the above lyrics puny white belt fake ninja god. When I mod I roll and you best keep that karate gi on, wet with sweat and bloody like a teen tampon. Vagabond like a 1930's flapper, turned off that shit style with a light switch clapper. End the verse and kill with a borrowed knife, email'n you body parts like vagina lips off your second wife.
Damn, that was tight.
ya crap be rip offs,from fag rap threads
insult the Ninjutsu style?we rip dick heads
layin fags like u on filthy deathbeds
scatter ur ashes across the seven seabeds
make ya kiss ma "wife's" vagina lips
knock ya out,fuckin think it's eclipse
ma wife was ya sale-cheap bitch
she said ya was"short" so she switch
dunt hate me for spittin the truth,obey
ur rhymes're cheap,made in fuckin Bombay
your verse fell short of a witty retort, your score is non-existant
piss-ant flow, you're like a fucking freakshow i saw, and i didn't pay to go
honestly, OB3Y is nasty but as for you, you're not even past me
and I ain't shit dog, but you "puny white belt fake ninja god"
that's bad, if I were you I'd be mad too but if you gonna spit
make sure you shit hits the mark, cuz right now...you stabbin' in the dark
stabbing in the dark parting ducks from the start that walk behind the leader... lead to be bleeders money feeders their life is naught thrust into the fire and fought in funerals they lay stagnant and stay suffering in the shade minds waste in a blaze time paces away lives falling astray like a cat or a dog times is hard when ya stuck in the fog gobbled up by god
Saw that slut style you call "ninjitsu" half par lyrical spar, stood next to my fire and burned you like a black legends guitar. 'Disciple of nothing' got blown away fog with the 10 lines of water darts, motha fucker I'll straight flush you and your so called "ninja style" of lyrical arts. Fuck the charts I sell rhymes like yours to get paid, broke the sword of life used my hands to snap a living blade.
you aint shit living bitch.
to snap a living blade bigben and ob3y peel crinkle cuts off potatoe face fades shiting all night and sleeping all day top of the morning or bottom of the day bigben and ob3y slay like kay popping these corny fuckers like kernels exposed to the heat we bless lyrical inferno's torpedo thoughts fertile leaving behind a wake skim across the surface and leave fishy's scraped!!
infect 5 elements, energy sappin weak captins of penman-ships,
squeeze pens like giant squids defeatin kenny g type anglo saxons,
battle axes smash skulls to fragments, forget bouncin back like ghetto matresses,
rusty bars get sent to alcatraz, ive mastered annexin weak savages like a facist,
my tombs collapsin cuz achiologests started artifact tamperin,
heiroglyphics warned of my facets, free post and i start forehead stampin,
taxes forced on the people, the feeble are left faithless like lightning hittin a cathedral,
read O3EY's prequel followed by Ben's sequel, left acid in the thread without a needle,
i see you...first of all respect across the ball to bigben an obey... peace and 1