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Last edited by Battle 1; 10-03-2006 at 08:07 PM.
Originally Posted by suav3
Suave3's non-conscious flow is what he calls giving a dick blow
Then he tries to keep it on the down low
Truth is Suav3 gets high blowing dick like hydro
You can see Suav3 perform a real homo show
Suave3 likes feet in between his teeth like at a track meet
Then he gets fucked by the entire navy fleet
In Suav3's asshole there's plenty of room for the elite
His mouth is a trick inside they place their treat
Beating other peoples meat is how suav3 chooses to compete
Suav3's favorite button is delete cause his head is so obsolete
In fights suav3 is the first to retreat his wack rhymes never complete
It's over suav3's head like a pillow sheet
He keeps following dicks like a sheep
Suav3 even thinks about swallowing dick in his sleep
His show is the one they call the peep
In the holes is where you can find suav3's jeep
He's a real freak and don't let his avatar fool you he's real cheap
A dime a dozen suav3 gets fucked by his own cousin
Don't even say it wasn't
His unconscious flow it must have been broke his chin while he was drinking gin
Suav3 is what they call yin
Yang stands for male, suav3 must be the opposite female
He turns pale his ass fucked by a dick the size of a whale
Suav3's hole now bigger than hiroshima left a shit trail
In his salvia sperm heads sail
Suav3's head was hammered like a nail
His escape was bound to fail
Someone fucking suav3's asshole said they found the holy grail
Man, just imagine suav3 sitting on the can
His asshole alone blows more hot air than a fan
Suav3's tongue for dicks hot like a frying pan
His mouth willing to expand to new land to get some dick in his hand
Suav3 said he's never getting banned instead dicks in his ass get rammed
On a death bed suav3 gets slammed gats pointed at him never jammed
Suav3 loves eating ham ask his fam who scrificed him like he was lamb
Suav3 damm to the end of the world he ran
Then Chang made suav3's jaw hang
Suav3 was gang banged missing one fang still he sang wu tang
No doubt suav3 the bell rang
Suav3 knocked out first round was the sound
To the ground suav3's earing fell he was in hell
That's where suav3 dwell hiding in his closet like it was a shell
Suav3's a drag queen pheene looking out for dick real mean
He's obscene with his dream sucking off charlie sheene
You know this drag queen pheene suav3 is going senial
Then he calls it his unconcious flow a.k.a. his denial
Suav3 loves touching other people's penial
Suav3 chokes on dicks like rhymes at any given time
He plays with sperm and calls it slime
Once he even lied said it was mine
He's a fucking swine drinking foul wine
No talking with food in his mouth while he dines
Swallowing meat balls like dimes two at a time
(Suav3 swallowing meatballs like dimes two at a time)
Ya head is blown left at a location unknown, gun blaze ya throne//
Remains shown to ya fam then their stoned//
I conquered rome, empires were blown to pieces//
I schooled Jesus,i was praised by middle easterners//
Inferno flows externally scorch ya scrolls//
Mad max crow, shit on ya council, tear out their tonsils//
Denounce foes, battle 1 contestant a popped cherry rap hoe//
Fat joe weight on ya frame, voodoo spells on ya soul//
Chokeholds, and uzi spray holes in ya fabric, body cancelled//
Your javelin' i cracked in half, smashed ya nose open wittas gun handle//
Flow sample poison, brung the noise in ya area , ya eardrums exploded blooded the interior//
I'm superior your gettin' scared of the inferior, mc that stomped you ina cafeteria//
the media labeled you wack rap bacteria, your nearing the end//
When you and ya friends get ya faces hit with 3 shots from my magnum//
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
ill statik automatic
murda scene tragic
had it tek grab it
grip it hope it dont slipt it
pistol wipe it
if he got it gat peel it steal it
chrome to da dome make em feel it
pop pill keep mode chilly
battle zone on da really
get slaped silly
witta stank bank roll
plink beat witta blank plank and fuck u pussy whole
nah fuck dat its to hollow in old
i rather get my pimp hat lined wit gold
get on da block have ya pussy sold
cuz the only thing on it is mold
killin the mind body and soul
bout to get finga fucked and done cold
got ya girl on da pole
squeeze them titties and add some cereal use pussy as a bowl
u got a nice bowl of cereal
watch me get lyrical
taste them genetals
that shit got 8 essential vitamin and minerals
damage ya tanks hull
make poison go null
break backs horns on da bull
equipeded full
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
I see that line about me as this, Battle won, the contestant a popped cherry hoe.
However if I was wrong than let me know.
^^^ wut up battle wuz good u gonna drop a free style or what?
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
^^
The one here above you dropped though not one of your best is still not bad. And even if some other cats don't take your age of only 13 into consideration, I still always do. That's why I say definetly not bad for 13, plus you have come quite skillfull and much nicer on some of your other posts or verses as well. I've seen better than the above from you, but like I said still not bad, especially for 13 to say the least. That reminds me you got your own thread to check out. Will do.
yeeeea yeaaaaa
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
fuck this frik nd frat set out traps for em rats gettin mutilated by em alley cats..
i grip- billy bats face the facts and we'll break your back..
gwap staks, extort new jacks..
freinds or doh money showing when we toss you out the window...
punchlines, punch out dimes, after punchin out after lunch time..
i pump guys, pump leave em deteriorized, witch craft with the gats how we make em rise..
battle 1 wirin money..
how he got the feds tailin my honeys..
bunnies for em play boys, chasing for a mans joy..
bang toys, bang hydros, bang drums rang realesin agner through your window..
fillin your face with lead when darkness hits the peephole..
peep shows, hidden cameras implanted by your wardrobe..
stir up camotions, making mooga like frappucino's
starbucks coffee beans be the way im consistently grinding..
body finding, after busy bodies drowning, summin like a potatoe gun how we silence the fun..
silence fiends with the marble tings, fuck with feds representing my own chargjeez...
louse come findin cheese, slights her beak, make her trick the team..
trickin teams, pullin cheese, and bubblin creamm..
iron chef that, molding riff raft..
back to the bing bang zoom..
wooze'd up rollin round parol 3 times round who..
charged up, wildin jus bustin through like the manz do..
raidin like raiders stiff arming you hard headers..
fumbling while i got something under my armpit..
military brandish, bush too how we put kids in wars they cant compete too..
ambush dudes in they moms su B cu later with em I O U..
bitches always wait up late for me..
like iwas santa clause on christmas eve..
i be beating fools..
with sticks nd drums to melt their drool..
church these assholejerks..
merk these annoyances like stains on your shits.
shirts get drenched in that dirt..
birds leave slaughter houses for em heards..
soundin like cows when im unloadin from the pound..
pitchin work from the mound..
strikin out opponents when it counts..
home runs daily when we roll up on these fogazees...
working cause of cause??
^^^^ u cud make that into a rap all's it needs is a hook
aiyo aiyo aiyo aiyo aiyo silver ringz
fuck it platinum bling
straight from sing sing
da rotating rim king
here to do his thing thing
jump on da mic like a fat nigga and a chicken wing
bell ring ding ding
battle mode on
the son of song
wit two guns drawn
in my palm
restin like they asleep
into ya hood i creep
i blast away and leave it vacant you backpakin geeks
heat missles seek
shun pussy dat reak
make shure none of ma albums leak
backed you up to the peak
now you fall off
cuz u got blasted by the sawed off
raw dawg get hard offed
get ya arm nawed off
gaurd u was caught off
jackin off she got off
got on iron palm
metal fist lyrical bliss
give da bitches da death kiss
and niggas a empty bottle of criss
to da head
i bring dread
and ressurect the dead
and kill off da feds
when i kill i create magnets to da meds
Last edited by Lil' Ruger; 10-05-2006 at 06:20 PM.
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
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Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
^^^^ one of the best of the best of your keystyles right there... was feelin that one...
working cause of cause??
doing a few things to keep my back
from fallin flat on the concrete stacks
wher eall the money being produce at
holdin new things daily
re-in up on clips nd tings bling making me crazy
stresses of life diving through hurricanes
lately my bubblin got everyone bubblin like dance hall tunes
fuck around get wet up like typhoons
excruciate the pains
start aiming with the grains
scratchin of names
implantin more chips from souless tips
schemin while my dick in your womens esophagus
piss with grips wettin up the corners
zippin up these flys buzzing
round by bizzy talking all times
on grinds gwap on my mind..
gotcha your mine..
sighted with the crime..
being ugly all times..
hop out feelin liek slime..
and snatch your behind..
lash out with snaconda binds..
slugs squeezin up your lungs like sniffin damn turpantine..
turbin how you lookin talkin shit mr big head..
or maybe mr potatoe how we arrange your face like theres no tomorrow..
borrowing keys to success..
and that means even you can get it..
rounds flipin through sequence when you hit your best..
working cause of cause??
Whoever said you could spit mustv'e meant flem//
Your raps sound like you got a mental problem//
But this isn't Jerry's kids, i'll give ya a helment for ya wig//
So when you hit the floor, ya head won't bust open more kid//
Suav3 the forgotten member of Immature, whose raps are pre-mature//
B4 you battle me better take a de-tour ya weak whore//
He speaks for wack mc's, see me get slapped in streets//
For rhymin' bitch-like, i got skirts to pass out for ya team//
To some u might see skilled, but battlin' me you'll be killed//
Like canned peaches ya soon to be chilled//
Body filled with more holes than bum clothes//
Ya flow will get poked, and smoked like newports//
I come up with new thoughts, while u gotta be taught//
Thinkin' ya hot your just under the sun alot//
You couldn't bust a shot if u were fuckin' alot//
Take u out like Biggie n' Pac, but a martyr your'e not//
Give you head full of knots, and i'm not kidding//
So pass the toiletpaper i'm done shittin'//
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
thanks
Killbot Beats 2008 NIGGGAAAAAAAAA
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/defa...?bandID=842145
Lawrlz Ya Sniffs???
"we laptop nigga, thugs on a computer." -TheShaolinAssassin
the whole mutha fuckin masta plans gone wrong
i drop bombs....stomp strong like godzilla threw Hong Kong
so much game my fans shakin pom-poms
yall dont want none....like a haggard hooker hole
ya styles so bitch its equipped with a stripper pole
i gotta sicker flow my reps juss as good as gold
so give me respect or ya next in the sleeper hold
my hearts grown cold....so i laugh at all opponents
ya lifes in the grip of my fist, you dont even own it
i trapem like like rodents clampin on necks till they exploded
Concept tha gods hand picked to be the chosen
talk totin...cause my language is lethal
your compared to me is the perfect example of "all men arent created equal"
my sheeth holds a steeple steady throwin hexes when wrekkin
tie you up from my truck to a pole then drive the other direction
learn some fuckin lessons and quit fuckin testin
cause the God can only hand out so many blessins for confessions
bury the murder weapon....stomp on all snakes walkin bare foot
gave madoosa a hair cut, im harder than the victims she stared up
you scared duck?...huntin seasons juss around the corner
gettin wet in a sec stealin bodis from the coroner
embalming fluid soaked fingers, good for smokin horrors
half yall cats half steppin like injured skate boarders!!!
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
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