wanted to be a minister but they thoughts were purely Sin-ister
never spit wit em, just hit em and drop em 9 circles 2 finish em
like a gone but not forgotten general, here comes the medical-
examina ill cut your stamina, left 2 the Reaper 2 handle ya
a Dirty Bastard, spawned of hip-hop and metal,
crushin these bustas whos rhyme on a Limp Bizkit level,
biscuits I got several, ready to deliver from the bakery
cut you like a cake, but u was only filled with fakery
The quotes cause strokes like raw coke
Sniffed through straws
Cripple your inlaws promote my clause
A quick ending like jet li vs. jean claude
In the streets like hookers playing walls
A percentage is mine dirty pigs strike
Bodied onsite pens for more wills to write
The kid dynamite explosive red light
Niggas get operations and still can't
Get their heads right they dead lice
Beat with leadpipes they dread life
Like coming home to a dead wife
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
comin home to a dead wife and child like Max Payne
I slash veins pack a sledge hammer your face Ill rearrange
home on the range with the .30 caliber bolt action
hit u from long range but still saw ya brains splashin
im deadly comin with a medley of weapons
like the "Kill the Guy Above You" thread just straight wreck em
ejectin shells with JTS and Sheepish plus im creepin
with a bed sheet over my face, catch a slug while u sleepin
While you hot topic emo fag rappers be gently weepin'
I make sure all ya hearts permanently stop beatin'
Actin' clever with nine inch nails aint sharp enuff to climb the wise tree
Heisenberg scheme Jackasses is Dunn murdered high on speed at high speed
Why you mad ? cuz you always reachin' but never grab ?
You aint even a has been never that you never was cuz you never had...I might add.
autograph on the pad, you cad studio rappersOriginally Posted by tekunique
couldn't build me a better foundations, even if you was the designer,
the arthitect or the construction team/
found dating your broad best to cut the cord now/
fuck a board, my smashes be gate crashes, clashes
you ain't no herclean rhyming you bleeding heart emo suckers/
eat a dick you pussys get grimy get off ya boxes
hit cha wit more powder than baking soda/
i'm older colder more frozen
show you how cold it gets in the city/
you ain't bricking it right like the xbox 360
get cha chitty bang bang slang game
show shame on ya face like a sad clown/
you vs. me i get what teknique was stating
you ain't sharp as a b_flat, get broken down on wax
like another sample heavy dj premier track/
corrosive how I shower my dosage poker-face smoker
atomic rush with a villainous smile like the joker
walk the wolf with the choker hands dent steel metal bars
dick could lift a broad to the outer-limits and beyond
bloody the scrimmage line with vintage rhymes
go against the crane and your brain is mine
the jar it's in protected by a k-9 like rin- tin- tin
another win punch a chin 360 degrees backwards spin
in this congregation of sin the terror begin
loaded once again so fuck grappilin'
backed by a squadron that's starving to ignore pleas and pardons
get robbed for the title like marvin that's old news how we pop tools
and toast the bottles for the river stricken rappers drowning in schools
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
here come the fishermen, no hooks just line up and sink ya man
leave you stankin like rotten fish with holes in your abdomen
we tearin up shit, placenta on my dick from fuckin a pregnant bitch
fuck gettin rich, hit a lick just cuz i feel like rippin shit
off the top of the dome rocker, like poppin the chrome off the hip
properly chop yo shit, then place neatly in spot in ditch
just bury ya cuz u couldnt handle the scarier
Halloween masked ridahs givin out candy filled with Malaria
What’s beef, its chicken teriyaki?
Emcees can’t see me
Even with Morgan Freeman narrating your biography/
You cats get swiped and charged
Your bars still ain’t hard/
start a crusade hitting crews with blades
you want a guage? you can rent it from the renegade
for a low-price you low-life's get no stripes
round these parks i'm crazier than ED Gein
making lampshades with human skin and body parts
can't dodge these darts or the maiden's. iron
all you haters trying know i eat with pride like lions
how the bashes feel? skills left grandmasters killed
lying in front of dojo's students ran solo
enter the dragon logo no sloppy executions luke bolo
bitches call me Marco cause my closet full of polo
and LRG see me beheading rappers dolo
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
shown shaq pwn pack low jack mow macks
leave you all dat taped up with no love for the wackness/
i wrapped this in one sessions undressing minds forever
attack on titan spit new brighton sight beyond sight
wired too tight been striking since i was knowledge born/
hollar at cha team like corn ballin you catch a vick
speak on it quickly we ain't got time to be sticky/
you deal ing dawgs i deal with the dogs
pulled pork eat nothing but no hog famed out fog
get bogged down by the bat's gas-pellets/
gas pellets who wanna rap set it rip, em a new Vas Deferens
as vast as the difference between us and these rap hethens,
i mean heathens* leave em without breathin from bullets receivin
when i pull it they bleedin, no matter what kind of weapon
my rhymes in High Definition leave you black and white
mute without sound effects just flashin lights
and I aint talkin bout Kanye cuz im smokin some chronye
hit with the omchray while speakin Latin Igpay
fuck I was high when I wrote that, I dont know rap
so show me a dope cat, so I can skin him and smoke that-
feline and see rhymes in visions contained in prisms
and break this prison of flesh rippin my chest
to put my heart on the track go hard and not come back
so i can throw a ton of stacks in the trash,
along with these garbage cats and they raps
talkin about they whippin a lexus
hit em in the solar plexus comin off the short yellow bus
i can smell a puss, stick em like Joe Dirt dog nuts
my minds fogged up from clouds of green stuff
with a magic dragon thats named Puff ready 2 rain slugs
like a fire breather motherfucker you a wide receiver
takin big dicks in yo ass chop yo meat like a cleaver
and your girl i might eat her like G-Dini said, get bread
ill beat your fuckin ass like an autistic red head.
beat birds from Petersburg silencer no heaterz heard
Smoke green screen weeded words red eyed leaders merge
Shrap grabbed the shovel sheepish whipped the black hearse
Vampire blood thirst kneck biting clones caught on our turf
Their drugged first then plugged when slugs surf
The tragic static splattered the selector
I'm in your sector like the rza rector and muslims in Mecca
Salt thrown on the wounds of any survivor of a battered
platoon leg tied to a tree hanging sight of the moon
Die for my goons in the box from the boom
Maggots face doom once we fly through the fumes
Last edited by Mantra; 10-15-2013 at 10:45 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
fly through the fumes here come my platoon
weapons roar let em pour blood like a monsoon
Im Doc Doom mixed with a shark wit a laser beam strapped-
to its head try to harpoon my shit and get the red-
dot on your fore head and pop your cranium like a cork then
get the champagne cuz ill bout to go triple uranium
fuck killin these rappers i leave em hangin like pigs flayin em
that means peelin off their skin cuz they Potato Heads
fools claim they an artist, leave em painted red... (yeah thats right hoe)
you say you the hardest but you softer than a babys ass
they too ashamed of your lame ass to let u say on the track-
bout how you this and that and a bag of stale Lays chips
when we can hear you spittin and you clearly aint shit
holdin a microphone to your mouth like you givin it dome
we dont wanna hear your faggot ass spoken word poems
and hoe im just like your flow, BITCH IM GONE.
yall keep lookin for my nuts bitch ill skeet in your eye
chop you up into a Shepherds Pie then fuck it like American Pie
yes i am a sick and strange mentally deranged type of guy
watchin Soul Plane bitch I am just too high
like Three 6 Mafia change it to fly
when i climb up onto these clouds bitch ill be in the sky
the purple haze ultra light rays up in a maze youd be amazed
of the fucked up shit that goes on in my head every day
so keep fucking around you aint bout that type of play
you faggots only grab each other guns, u gay
mothafuckas know i skeet on all hoes
be they some stupid slut skeezas or some wannabe bros
you cant fuck with the click Boom Bye Bye bitch
open up your brain but inside is just dicks
when i make it rain flesh in chunks make a mess
smoke 3 bags of sess still feel depressed
peel your flesh cuz i dont stop after 16 bars ill still drop
the tightest fuckin shit then get in a drop top
convertible and do a driveby in mid afternoon
with no fuckin masks ill bring the platoon
and you know we got shit locked make your shit pop
when the lead hits you the barrel still hot
to put down ur whole bitch crew then we dip fool
my gangsta shit is tight ill fuck yall up like a nympho
to put a gun up in your back and just let it blow
fuckin faggot mothafuckas shoot u in your asshole
homophobic doin aerobics in pink tutu
stained with your blood then do some jujitsu
rappin weird fuckin shit i could do it
fuck around and then bring it back on some gangsta shit
make u walk the plank u bitch then laugh like Gangplank bitch
fuck a league of legends im smokin weed of legend
Im Excalibur stoned cant pull me out of this
trance that makes me want to buck a bitch
then fuck a bitch if i was russian id be named Fuckovich... lol
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