^^ weak ass nursery rhymes
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^^ weak ass nursery rhymes
atmosphere full of fear, death is near, the shrap is here
molotov cocktails bombs knives guns and bats is here
go to war with these bitches over weed dust, three bucks
BUCK BUCK BUCK, throw you in the pond to bleed duck
eject mountains of slugs, erect fountains of blood
talkin like you drunk i rip the mouth off ya mug
stay killin these snitches, clownin these internet bitches
hoes aint gettin me riches? then im givin em stitches
ask that Pitbull money is always a major issue
hear yall fags scream like you gals when them blades just rip you
now to speak on this internet fag thats straight lyin
how its a rap if half of your shit aint rhymin
weak lines with no flow, unquestionably homo
ill challenge ya whole crew to box, hoes wont show
its just you and your Brokeback Mountain DVD
I turn your face into a fountain, aint seein me
ya visions too clouded but i aint sell you no PCP
vegetable ass bitch I gon make me some BLTs
you battled me once and got fuckiin slaughtered
you too bitch to get sonned, you got fuckin daughtered
and aint shit changed you aint make no improvements
you a broke ass tool, stuck watchin Home Improvement
be a choked ass fool if you step in my zone
tears down your face givin head to the chrome
gaggin on deep throat, haha youll be smoked bitch
leave you wit deep holes bleedn' in a deep ol ditch
when you see those clips better run ya ass home
have you smokin crack and givin em old cats dome
only way you gon git cash, I slang yo bitch ass
if you aint got my money betta hang yo bitch ass
pray the rope dont snap, ill make ya wish youre dead
stop cryin faggot bitch and give the pistol head
BANG, shot ya bwoy, N.E.L be that shotta bwoy
bout it bout it wit the shotty body a batty bwoy
wack...heard it all too much. same shit over and over.
you ain't about shit, talkin all the "BUCK BUCK BUCK" b.s.
shut up and go suck cam'rons dick..
ayo...
Thiz my last spit..Y U GASPIN? catch ya breath..throat-a-asprin..rymz float wit magic../
linez close ya trap quick.. one blow disasterous.. gun toke a master with trigger threatz../
niggaz upset..pictures will vex..evidence u givin sex..resemblance rip ya rest..guilt as men flexed./
captured ya silk wet threadz..u a nasty bastid who been plexed..claimin u str8..since when..?/
you cant call shit wack when those are your lyrics... its INCREDIBLY WEAK shit mixed with a few big words pretendin to be deep... u need a fuckin english class to learn how to properly use lyrical devices and u need to stop usin words u barely know the meaning of before u fuck up and bust the 2nd true line youve ever rapped after u admitted your thoughts travel at an inferior rateQuote:
Originally Posted by iNtell3kT
in the year or so youve been droppin "lyrics" here your shit went from bein 100% nonsensical to 99.9% nonsensical and the quality hasnt improved any, just stop cuz u will NEVER be able to write lyrics, let alone rap with your fuckin 5 year old girl voice and weak ass flow
yo will you two shut the fuck up and battle already and stop bullshitting all over this thread, nobody gives a damn.
peace
Nobody gives a damn! i'll kill a Bitch in Miami
washed up body by the Algae! dont STand a chance
come up with a Plan or get burnt to ashes lookin like grains of Sand..
The infection is set, Don't ever start obsessin' ya bets..either
Grow red with a devils heart straight posessin' the text...EAGER
The perception is met...More lessons than best...teachers
Pure Agression, INTENSE, Nor lessen SUSPENSE..clearer?
Goliath from ancient times, supply wit drums to BREAK tainted minds
Guns whom take 'way-with life, Slums painted with GRAY ancient strife
the gods placin all bets playin russian roulette
vexed off the cest n becks......drunken mess
my un-orthadox styles fresher than crest
and im aimin at ya head so whats the point of the vest
yall some amateurs at best with rhymes that dont impress
so hit the deck or come test.... a real dart thrower
scarin cats like whisky to a nigga one year sober
rap ogar with a the rep of a vet street soldier
street--soldier!!
Weed Smoker Green Leaf Blower like a Machine Leaf Blower!
Speed Snorter!! best believe i can get dat shit for free..call me a freethrower..
free thrower.......
walkin slower like camels in the saharra goin nowhere
my flow is like an olympic gold medal winning rower
my mind is meddling in pergitory werkin slower
so much coke in my nose like im attatched to a snowblower
lol weak
4.4 Toter! 44 Holisters For Jehova a creation like Jenova!
but this aint final fantasy! Imma Idol..my..Fans..they Scream!
just spittin with Intuition, i'm Into Bitches! fuck ya gay's call..ya..DipShit!
call me W n D, spillin those sicc spits like they WD 40..
I'm tellin hoes when to go like they E-40Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
she aint got my dough then I don't need shorty
I tell a trick ass mothafucka to stop lustin
Cash in my hand or it's that Glock bustin
Not trustin nothin but gats in my hand
Hoes gotta supply cuz they ass in demand
Fuck up and we gon see how you love the steel
Your stank ass puss or a fuckin meal?
The mothafuckin hundred dollar question
Ya booty gon get a hundred dollar session
One at a time til my pockets swole
I don't love hoes, just rock and roll
Lock and load if them hoes tryna speak shit
Fill em wit holes to fill a deep ditch
Talk loco, I'll show you who more crazy
Leave you covered in blood like a newborn baby
Only a mother could love your ugly face
Get smothered wit slugs, wit no fuckin trace
no evidence, or maybe make it evident
Splattered brains of haters paint they residence
Got somethin thats made to stain ya shirt bro
Run ya gap and get thrown in a dirt hole
and meet me 666 cause im always stuck in tha termoil,burn boil fake rappers steez, my rhymes scold most free mcs that step to the devils breeze,sever these limbs in 3'z than im shreaden beatz,on tha trax or the heart,makin in harder than a stroke to breath,
no remorse from me,suppose ta be the reject that loves ta see ya bleed.....
I’m the king of crunk, but also am a mermaid,
I like singing drunk, my torso’s where the fur lays,
Cos I’m also a werewolf, watch me bare my fangs,
I chew the bark off the tree where Jye hangs,
Nearby is a meadow, it’s said folks lurk there,
In the misty shadows of Ed the broke jerk’s lair,
Where they share tales of murder and slaughter,
Mayor Jay’s flared tail gets him further in water,
He races with sharks with the pace of a dart,
That pierces the board with no trace and no mark,
My face is a mask, there is nothing beneath it,
Inside my mouth there are only three teeth, shit,
Where are the rest? Bears scar my flesh, pests,
Stare hard at breasts, Which pairs are the best?
The answer’s in the cancer on Clare Hardy’s chest.