u aint gonna lynch the dali lama?
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u aint gonna lynch the dali lama?
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behold the pale horse, dash across lifes frail course
impale whores, because im hung like a male horse
off the scale force for the jakes :cop:
all yall hoes just more for the take
my ship stay sailin on course for the cake
fuck the thrill of the chase, bitch kneel to me
its the kill thats the greatest feel to me
and the best shit in life is free
thats the shit that i took, they didnt see
me against the world im ready for yall
get ya team to spot, im too heavy for yall
cant bench this shit, try to flex, get ripped
i had the door locked from my entrance bitch
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Originally Posted by Sicka Than Aidz
hahaha
nice nice nice
persuasive like therapy thanks for takeing care of me
turns out there worst fear would be
a boy thats cursed with no cure for his disease
always smokin hella trees while commitin felony's
conflictions make the fellas bleed
specially when hella high on inphedamines
got me in the sky see'n better things
fillin prophecys like shells N... taco meat
prophets be telling me i'll own the game like prorperty
foes not stoppin me my concoctions puts holes in oddysey's
odd ta see aint no one else's technique toppin me
possibly im on the top and be unlockin feats.
'll bury you in a grave wit your computer
N leave ya spirtiual in pain spaded and nootered
you coun't phade it kid, if ya was a lazer shooter
im white N stickin like cum on there peweter
try N bite kid, leave ya hung by an intruder
Invaders of the chamber,
get dangled like a hanger,
and strangled like a mangler,
Ya life is placed in danger,
Get ramshackled,
debacled from lyrical debauchery,
stoppin me, impossibly,
knock you into the Oddessy.
or Illiad, for really it's a critical stage
In ya life,
so grab a gauge when they open my cage
I watched ya legs turned to gelatin,
you deep-throat like pelicans,
I rip muscle and melanin offa ya fuckin skeletons.
Verseatyle......Get at me.
Gimme Feedback y'all. PM or sumthin. I dunno. You kno the deal.
Postmortem... Storin' Portions of Organs in Freezer Bags
Board up the windows and Doors on this House of Horror Stinkin' Bad
Killers Creepin' thru Morgue Basements... A Baker's Dozen to Stash
Pack Bodies in Drawers Vacant... Cop Choppers Hoverin' Past
Take Shots of this Orange Agent... Hyperdermic Injections
Couldn't Cure the Depression.. Certain to Serve you a Lesson
Some say it's Personal Preference... Core of the Earth... littered with Souls
These Forces at Work... Relentlessly Beat you....Splintered the Poles
Awaken Blackened Analogies...Micky and Mallory Mentalities
Now are Reality... Burn you like Calories... Consumption of Fumes
Bleeding Jews on the Evening News... More Bodies Needing Tombs
Legions of Goons.. That's Breeding Seasons of Doom
acting lazy n crazy as kids try n haze me
hate me or love it, either way your dead to me
catch a brat n make em squat
in front of gay dudes, you don't want that
blow your mind out like lobotomy
fuck with your anatomy, cuz your actin' g
your hood involves a vomit filled hoody
moody, thats you
fuck around with your crew
none you weaker kids want me to get serious
you ain't fuckin' wit it like bitch's periods
all i remembered from my broken tape recorder
i'm the reason for the term "panic button"
your turkey ass is here so imma get the stuffin
black eye and bloody nose is nuttin
my kerosine's infinate the flames stay scorchin
i'm out on the field lurkin its best you stay porchin
aint Axel Rose but im about gunz n roses
strong armin and charmin are dropped in major doses
youre on playgirl with wide ass crack poses
more gems are dropped than a fleeing bandit
more bad hands are dealt than that nigga Gambit
yall fall like ya laces is caught in escalators
i go bottom to top, like oneway elevators
stuck in airports cuz im fly like altitudes
the wind blow u back cant stand wen the master moves
i bring badder moves, like And 1 players
and still whip dudes wit belts that made from conveyors
i crack crust and kick dust on earths' layers
im the mentor, my flo enters hearts from the center
when a fate is set in motion son it cannot be stopped,
your destined to drop, im destined to shock pull out a sharped
mended misheady, steady, ready for chopps no pre-tending
unless its dejaveau wit a glock thats lock cocked an ready for shots,
till the cement has been chalked, swarmin wit cops only way we escape
these murders cause police investigaters haten there jobs those slobs
makin remarks like"why the fuck they gotta kill in the dark"RAZOR BLADE SCARES ONLY VISABLE FROM OUTTA THERE CARZ.
EVERSICK666
powdered them stars with a ratchet,Quote:
Originally Posted by Eversick666
In the state of panic some act placid,
rabid rancid rats devour poisons and acid,
the chosen do back flips from the force of my gun,
the frozen are thawed out from the fire from my lungs,
I bore into brains that snore I tore up the veins of the poor,
injections circulate and store toxins accumulate ready for war....
yeah, rockin the wu smiley, suuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
motherfuckers always talkin "blast this an shoot that".../
i ask whats your strap and they dont even know im askin bout gats.../
Or they frontin like they got the best bud on earth.../
Ask em about some pounds and they dont even know what the muthafuckers worth.../
2000 dollars, "wow, thats alot of cash".../
Fuck that,.. Stack that high as mountains in a flash.../
For real, the game aint for most suckaz,.. They find that out the hard way.../
Let down there gaurd, flash the cash and end up with no whip or weed in some remote fuckin hood mad far away.../
From home, or where ever they cuddle up an sleep.../
Shit,... half them niggaz who robbed u smoked your ends up and are sleepin on the street.../
Crack, heroin, u gotta beware of those junkies out there.../
Stick u for a cigarette and rape your bitch without a care.../
An most of yall cant rap,...sound all handicapped.../
Ill fuck up most yall cats in seconds flat,.. Fuck that, incinerate u fakes right off the map
peace
Rap cats wanna fuck with an electronic android/
sitting here thinkingl, programming what the fucks in my mind/
controlling the forms that I create, and turning sands into time/
Leaving those technicians in blasphemy while I cut a rhyme/
These guys really want to understand they really need some white/
So I cooked up with my phasers a couple of perfect lines/
That powder snow that comes in any season, the kind of perfect smell/
You eat it, snort it, rub it in your pores and than you're off to hell
DEAD