My arsenal is endless like gangbangin' in cali/
It's money over bitches, hoes tossin' my salad in alleys/
In a stolen denali smokin' trees, peeing on Sally/
My style be God rally deep, i slap pillowheads out of sleep/
Lyrically walk over beats, and beat a bloody rappers brain-in/
times need changin' like shitty diapers, these fags are flamin'/
i'm aiming for the head first, sniper assasin blazin' ya network/
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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Last edited by Battle 1; 09-19-2006 at 09:55 PM.
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Last edited by Battle 1; 09-19-2006 at 09:57 PM.
No doubt, Your network get the pitch fork
Layed back up state New York
Getting sales putting in mad work
My thoughts overthrow any dork
Act trife and my dick will turn into a knife liable to stab you and your wife
Best strike first with a powerful burst doe quenches my thirst
You'll need a nurse I got what she had in her purse
Have you yelling it's a curse
No it's not that you just worse
Got a knife and fork sit at the table if your still able
Television cable get cut my flow is highly flammable
Like inside your tube with fire that's aimable
Flatten your doe like a tire hand me the plyer
Some super-model wanted work I might apply her
For small change I'll make her head rearrange
Employment like a strange agency jumping out the range
Operation's now got food on the table no fable DEA is mad payable
Crooked but still playable
I'll take my rooke and castle it's no hastle
Where's the hat and laso
Cowgirls wanna ride my pony real live on Sony
Someone said I looked like Tony
My last name aint Monatana but cover your head like a banadana
Cause I rock heads to bed like Santana
Maybe catch me on air in Copa Cabana
Fly honneys imported like cigars Cubana
Next to me in the hot sauna
Watch out don't get eaten by my pet parauna
Duanna bay where my keys might lay
Portorican mama's got exactly what she portray
Shining like sun rays with her hot cherry blaze
I turn panties into mayanaise
Bitches know it's not my riches but how I blaze their briches
Leave em' dead like snitches
Like a Jeanie grant wishes
Double-cross me and you brake like dishes
Plus get eaten up by the fishes
But stay loyal I reward like royal
Love girls with milk that never spoil
Government officials want me like they want oil
But my plans they'll never foil
Let’s go window shopping, don’t let Disney trick you,
I bought some dick lube, and some pretty shmick shoes,
My dick turned blue when the dick lube was misused,
And my shoes got ruined by the stink of piss too.
i'm back to re-claim my throne, king wizardry slang James name is known
Like Coretta scott..black widow tactics officially hot
Dippin' lyrics in pots my verses boiled let's burn a block
My turn to rock spots and cop Eddie Murphy knots
Suspect mc's avoid confrontation from an unknown angle camera shot
Slammin' hammer grammar cracks the pavement, killing hardrocks
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Yo, im too dirty for soap
You can't come near, my style is too dope
When i kick this shit i leave you without hope
I suggest you find a rope to end this pain
I'm poisonous, toxic run through my veins
You running of your mouth because you need someone to blame
Rhymes on point it'll stimulate your ass like kane
You'll get addicted
To this rhymes i inflicted
You sniffed it all up in your nose
And died of overdose
Deadly overdose playgirls pose
I remain like Jesus out the grave when he arose
To those who opposed then crush all my foes
With my deadly flows destroy all egos
Stand tall like when a tree grows
To take shots center court like free-throws
Need food wack mc's eat those
Don't end up red like a rose
It's whatever you chose
When time's up your eyes close
white snow's got ya mind froze, snap out of it
thought that bwoy had dough but he got macked out of it
got a 15 year old white bitch for a pimp
thought i was his ho, had to make his ass limp
hollerin murda like a bitch straight cryin for help
fuck ya 1 friend over you gon die by ya self
fuckin ugly bitches only, homie, whats wrong B
i see your punk ass, u probably wanted to blow me
tryna wife a bitch wit a young boys body
short hair wit no makeup, bitch bwoi u BATTY
fucked up on pills talkin bout "SOMEBODY ROBBED ME"
talkin to some whiteboys on a strip full of hotties
didnt want me to see dem take yo ass to the telly
thats how u lost them cellys and what did u tell me
u passed out in the backseat of a taxi cab???
know u had your ass out in the backstreet u pansy fag
Last edited by SHRAP; 09-21-2006 at 06:05 AM.
u might know me,am the african rap thrreat
to every body who dont know,go get ur rap vest
cos i thump hard when hit d mic and spit
i will mess up ur stomach till u cry n shit
everybody with ur hands up,i put in jail
am the rap cop puttin all the fakes in jail
i will torture ur ass till u can afford bail
i think i throw u out cos ur breath is stale
there's a thin line between failure and success
Lyrics i kick rip heads from shoulders off illuminati soldiers/
Ill line molder...hoes blow my head in the bed lips wrapped around my boa/
show ya the cobra clutch after i smoke a dutch, then mc's walk with the critches/
Critic crusher.. shawna luster, i disturb the peace and decease these rhyme busters/
Increase my rhyme structures that struck ya with Mack truck force/
Black gat packin' bandit holdin' down the fort, smokin' a newport/
who thought i'd extort an unrevealed source, my styles on life support/
Fuck it i'm headed to the port to write the riders report/
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
So many have suffered and in time endured the result of face'in me
Those rehearsed buffered lines is obscure insults basically
I assure you that i come mature leavin the secure unsure
Wild but demure, let the lines in-sure this ain't no de-tour
Away from the point, i need more sickles to cell* you into pain
Check this murder joint, blood trickles in pails from the veins
Quarter told me about the the nickles you tried to pimp out like dimes
Him and penny was fuckin with your mind,
Because they ran a train with fifty cent on pint, and so did I
Thats when gallon got into it with you cuz pint's his bitch
But gallon don't know that when we was on the table, we all piped her which
Means that "cup" probaly ain't even his "container"
Tried to tell'em pint isa hoe, and just water wouldn't entertain her
Story told, short plot, like the mc's careers i face nightly
Close peers shed tears, once the adhered are effaced slightly
Is frighting, to see sides of people you haven't, now your out the cabinet
"Shocked" quick like lightning, after winning was a habbit
Then the heros lose, and their perspective, takes a new point of view
The serums ooze, never again respected, they crew's dissapointed too
*cell=sell (sickle cell)
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 09-21-2006 at 04:47 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
^^^just blew this page out
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
Dead President what do you mean by blew out this page ?
Explain ??
Last edited by Battle 1; 09-22-2006 at 10:26 AM.
Blow this page stuck inside your mental cage
Savage wanna rage pull out my twelve guage
Amazed at how many blunts we blaze that left you in a daze
Temperatures get raised by real mc's who never get fazed
Leave you like a donut glazed
Jaw yappers we your bitch slappers have some nappers
Shoot you with our clappers
Like kentucky chickens stay finger licking while you in your nose picking
Your shit is sickening
Drops of your blood like pin-pricking
Your blood might cause a flood then dry up like mud
Eat some of our soap suds taste our buds
Lights up christmas time take shots hot like smoking pots
You can never stop our plots
Pussy rots left you like scotch on the rocks
Connect the dots on your head like the knots
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