You look in the mirror and see a pansy faggot/
when i see an asshole i use a knife not a dick to stab it/
i brandish rhymes like sperm is produced by rabbits/
i never say peace rather leave you deceased/
lyrics are like a disease/kill you anywhere/
south north west or east
next word: severed
Fuck a prepared written, i'd rather crush it fresh
The cannibal wit bombs...i gather busted flesh
I come wit those plus wit techs, take on korea
Before i go to war, i got burnt by the bitch doria
So to kill my enemies, all i gotta do is fuck'em
Fuck how many quarters i cross, i don't gotta "buck'em"
Take a lunch break, eat off a arm layin on the curve
In war i never go hungry, all cannibals get severed...
N/w Nervous
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
dangerous no need to bust, ya words sound bad u picked up rust,
cuss all ya like you words dont sound hard,
beat ya down have ya shruken head in a jar,
on some voodoo shit, im askin who knew it,
that on the mic i be savage, on any beat i ravage,
cant have it but you all heard of us,
when u seen us approach u gettin nervous,
next word: building
I'm surrounded by a circle of homosexuals who love suckin' dicks of other intellectuals/ I'll put a big gun in your face and watch your head splatter into a million pieces/ i get quick to the point right to the thesis/ after i fuck your wife there's no emotional healin' while she got the cunt tickle feelin/ then she's stretched out she get's thrown off a 50 story building
n/w: epidemic
The Truce is loose, so im about 2 blow it outta the frame//
Verse is tha name, still in tha game, and crackin ya fangs//
The In-It-2-Win-It Soul who flows wit No Gimmick//
5 days since last post? This is a Timid Epidemic...//
N/W= Gravity
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." -Krishnamurti
Tha Live Wire Rhyme Recline Ya Minds Eye...
NEW TRACKS!!!www.myspace.com/verseatyle1http://verseatyle1.googlepages.com
its after midnight when i take flight
inna world where the only light is glimmers shimmering off ice
got my black new balances laced up tight
ready to go snatch sum shit uptown staurday night
play the shadows wait for fam-o to get ready to leave
hes a balla-hollic constantly hollerin' bout his cheese
and one would think he'd know better growing up the D
seeing as that shines is gauranteed to attract trife thieves
he blow up on the drug scene now he stuntin' mean
so i assembled a team to leave him weightless like zero gravity
next word is "anchor"
"abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is"
Originally Posted by murkoutz
son ...
I gottah thank yah..fa keepin this cyphe up to date son..
no forsaken..I was busy wit commities around cities..
gettin jiggy wit a pound 50..Im down to get cream..
live loud and bet schemes..while yall have wet dreamz..
tryna be gangsta..I knock prankstaz..WUCORP Anchor
2 second FREE...
NEXT WORD: ERUPT
barracks where fake niggas reside
nag this mutha fucka to resort to homicide
avenge such battles of lost wielders
pick up more grounders than fuckin in-fielders
fake niggas faking to be ill and corrupt
ask me later son my dick is about to erupt!
new word- pediatric
no more albums like the 36 no more
"One two...one two", six mutherfuckers drop
Count bodies or count shot holes, on fuckers tops
Lock those, bitch niggas up quick, on some jail shit
They can't come out the crib without gettin they tale clipped
An if u a frail snitch,
You'll find yo daughter's finger in the mail bitch
Smells linger when fuckin wit me cuz i'ma hell slinger
Wit flows of fire, fueled from you know where
No not the middle east hoe, son a place where snow's rare
Matter fact, it don't ever happen, an ghost's chill there
Think'in yo liquid swords combed my shit? i'm "steel hair"
Yaw "current" rappers can't get my "drift", poetic gifts
Go unapreaciated like a old wife, an u can see she hate it
Lift, yo local shop, the shoplifter make yo vocals drop
And get serious, as i deal wit u pussy splits.....imperious
Or shots, pop like corn in bags, If u ever see me at it
I'm workin on my skills to build hardcore.... an never pediatric
Rip that shit proper like that yah mean
N/w= Tablet
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 03-23-2007 at 05:57 PM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
im in the ghetto seven days a week, hour after hour
during weed droughts and april showers
so when soured i glower at my current position
in a city filled wit shiesty niggaz and loose women
brimming with contempt for them every day im living
my hatred consumes me like to point im not living
just a vessle what wrestles wit the demons thats in him
slice my forearm to ribbons unhappy with the conditions
i exist in, mostly due to poor decision making
this is the bed i made, forgive me if i detest waking
up on a average grumpy and talking mad shit
till i piss and pop my anti-depression tablets
next word-kilogram
"abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is"
Sittin in the car lookin around
who the fucks that? what they look at? the fuck was that sound?
i take another hit and my mind i dismiss as the paranoia kicks
chuck in rolling stones 40 licks, and check the back for the bricks
Alls good, lets hope no cops come lookin, this took 2 weeks of cookin
times 2am, meant to be here 10 minutes ago
stereo playin, paranoid, every mans got his limits ya know
phone rings but got no idea what they sayin, ready to submit friend or foe
why didnt i bring a bro? kilo of blow n im scared of a shadow
headlights shinin on me, hear sirens, am i goin to death row?
or are these cats buyin from me? were they lyin? open the door step and unload
bodies on the ground im tryina see, 2 cops dyin, so i hit the road
not the type to kill a man
but its a bad mix paranoia and a kilogram
Hahaha, just typed that up. im liking it.
New word: paranoia
i sit in cemeteries reading scary stories
boning gothic chicks missonary when its seconds from storming
my house is haunted, thats the way i bought it but i bumped it
up from friendly ghost to souls of the truly demonic
puff chronic laced with embalming fluid, cook with goya
in constant contact with my lawyer, he enjoys my paranoia
next word-guggenheim
"abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is"
travelled for days and years, come from all aroun to hear
that bars that I drop from the top of my head,
instead of stealing why no create, make something great,
hate all u like but I rule the mic, dont cross me cuss i be the type,
kill wit my hands no gun or a knife, fight me but you cant deny my skills,
ill I define the word was left cause only one could make it rhyme,
the devine Liquid Lines.
next word:
Copper
stopper of unglistening darts not listening ...
spitting words that be blistering the hoofs of devils stomp..
to reenlist in this holy war ....
stand stronger longer starvation period from plated plaques...
slavery turned calvery typed words mean much to me ..
spit this like it was apart of my atnomy..
nuculoarized melted down pennies that make mounds of copper ....
word .
absoulution
Last edited by 7th h3v3n; 03-28-2007 at 12:21 PM.
im the king of gutter slang its no doubt in your mind
my rhymes is in frames u can gaze at'em in Guggenheim
its art, darts that hit bulls eye like daredevil
and astute fellow, low sounding i rap to cellos
of Tchaikovsky, watch me jump start the revolution
sinner so killer its no such thing as absolution
nw-island
"abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is"
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