good looks Dangerous..Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
good looks Dangerous..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
first the plan was to land and ambush bush supporters know it's Obama's daughters
just kidding my bidding brought the cannon for canvas slaughters
life's cut shorter than pac's and notorious the scoring plot so glorious
so underground if I went mainstream supporters thought we brought the floor with us
punch the rapper who tried to jump in front of the wordsmith vocal cords I bust open
come socialize with the spokesman fly ladies catch strokes from the stroking
barriers broken like clay pots the kitten knocked over my scripts thought provoking
your awoken to loud screams my lit el elevated dreams know were floating
above crowds see the chaos rushing heard thoughts disgusting
saying you were a made-man what were you doing furniture dusting
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
can't fuck'n rap no more minds sore KO'd knocked down call it a classical score, honest bore with more shit fucking rap's call it ghetto crap's like VD clap's from your whore. maybe more or less shrugging my mind's mental shoulders between lackadaisical dreams for better rhymes, under impressive lyrically passive aggressive click "add to MY shitty reputation" give me some change cause your strange like fish shit dropping a steaming 20 bars of terrible dimes. got a better idea i'll go watch a French movie that can bring the pain, unlike reading verses occult lovely Satan curses talking gibberish can't understand call it La Haine. the hate can't wait for the next grateful white boy to come and bring it dangerously, saw that he was the reason they can't find that Malaysia plane taking aim as he shot it down aimlessly.
decided to switch my rhyme over for awhile like your girlfriend hanging out at the dosshouse cause she's done up like a kipper, tried to flip her but she claims she aint duff taking it in the jacksy like a stripper. rode her with no johnny on my john Thomas cause I promise to only secretly fuck a khobhead, bitch with the fine knockers in the cheapest knocking shop lashed and passed out near dead. thank you while I keep my lolly cause she's a mark miffed and stiffed, she friends with my best mucker she has the greatest mare with a minge makes ya cringe and shift. nicked her virginity cause she's a sonic youth nutter in the gutter always pie-eyed, sometimes a annoying pillock i'll take my punt on her cunt before the blue's and two's come through I'm scally aka british sally with arsenal pride. "see a man about a dog" undercover American black brother with two shiner's while I slash on ya to sod off cause I was steaming with spunk, here's a tenner go wank cause I'm the winner imagine twat dragons wankered while you reek of mc's who minger like a skunk.
Last edited by O3EY; 03-25-2014 at 02:14 AM.
this flows canal catastrophic to the penal slow gunners be out
bewildered by my fee-style anybody dissing my puffy weed-bags get a bottle cracked over their head like Steve Stoute
cops coming my people scream out but I'm not putting trees out
conduct mostly disorderly cause ain't no glutton ordering me around
fight the powers that be until were free and I'm deranged dissing handy-cap emcee's about their disabilities
with ease titles are snatched lyrically cooking audio crack and my recipe is un-matched
So run your scratch you flea-bag, fudge-packing, diseased fag..trying to see the cock you just received jags
well thrown to leave your eyes popping these lines like nines popping so haters stay dropping
what am I up to? nothing much but beating many to mush until you puppies hush
give your shit a flush for holding the stall up like an abused pit-bull I don't want to be touched
unless it's by a queen while yours in drag of course I stab
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
be confident dont copy me be authentic
they all couldnt stay in my lane like car sickness
ill stick it if your bitch is artistic
none of these rappers can touch me im autistic
big boss balling like a lil bill gates
rappers got diamonds but they still real fake
the reason your wife dont come home til real late
if you play this song backwards you hear kill kill rape
one day i thouhgt of quitting weed but fuck that
ill be puffing till i pass saying puff puff pass
my swagger too eww like a fucking mud bath
watch a rapper get kilt like young thug pants
thirsty ass ninjaz tryna fill they cup
i only fuck a bitch wit a real big butt
if you had a fly swatter couldnt kill my buzz
cuz i sound like eminem if he still did drugs
tryna get that pussy that filet mignon
but my wallet got less content than a lil wayne song
funny stuff
catch me giving political prop's like I'm my own pop's like Robert jebediah freeman, use a black's belt Grandad brings the old skool pain like swimming around mc's semen. fucking demon spit holy water rhymes underground rated like judas satanic possessed scandal front page of B.C. times, asking jesus "is that free E.A.R.L. shit still cool?" he turned to me spit in my face made me free of V.D. from mary Magdalene's pussy tagged more than shells in mafia crimes. drop'n negro dimes hot and sweaty call it a Kentucky franchise, sweat and bet who'll drop first? slave wip in hand cant stand white devils want a nigga size dick while they fantasize. third times the charm causing verbal harm with out arm's cause I don't need it unlike you, I can kill with out weapons 'these hand's is lethal' throw money down the wind pipe like a Hebrew. wanna know the the truth all your rhymes are fucking pointless cause you and I will die, understand with out the angry hand 'cheers' on it stand proud evol as hell like a child's play good guy.
minus your mayhem I play grim optical amazement of a resident patient
evil days in the hide-out lack of transportation feeling travel sensation
fire on crowds who praise Satan mind-state spin
uncover plot know you rot in the woods behind the radio station
were great-men who refuse to comply fire gun high
never run just walk by the traced body chalk fly
put you to bed like killers from bedstuy I'm the fear in the fed's eyes
twisting up with the dreads dry smoking cheeba fried
your chicken grease students under me keep the peek
freak the streets with hoes who hand daddy over a least two gee's a week
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
more reclusive than a crazy diamond claiming you got burned shaking hands on the album cover with your financial puppeteer, 'Wish You Were Here' and disappear quit playing war games on a bender you cant ender. i'm rock'n the sega still cause NBA Jamz T.E. is still ill Stockton and the mail man delivering you the juicy news, your name in headlines saying you secretly married that motherfucker tom cruise. YOUR NOT GAY!! jumping and ass pumping like two male animals aboard noah's boat, found out it was Kanye and Kim's baby named gravy wearing a frock coat. tye dyed cause that baby be wild eyed LSD in that milk straight from the breast, playing with fake plastic tit's as it spit's gold "literally" and "laterally" floats on and sinks with the life vest. modest mice head's is what I use for dice gotta make that honey man take your change while I listen to zappa, wake up next week post more/less rhymes making mental notes like Thompson campaing trail watch me fail only drop deuces in my crapper.
"this O3EY nigga is straight garbage"
agreed
the thumps are like speeding over speed bumps in a fast car
we can throw hands or see who's quicker on the draw
your not bruce so you can't subdue the dr. with the claw
bars struck em like metal pipes no more ghetto gripes
got to be drunk to fuck ugly bitches turn off the lights
bur up the mic catch a flight and light a hundred more
unfocused contenders get grazed open mic on the shore
deeper than the core of the earth fueled from a verse
you malfunction the knockout method is light work
my mannerisms make dikes flirt I'm reserved for the night
I would rather smash that banging bird on the bike
Last edited by Mantra; 04-05-2014 at 12:37 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
the god's language blazes mics,
co-cain lines snorted by the ancient mayans
calculate a planet's timin' with a nation's appliances,
spread vibrations over wires and shit like lethal viruses
leave minds split, grape papers and lime spliffs,
the sun shines in shifts, kept rhymin' until time didn't exist
leave the crime to blind kids, I'm grindin' piff,
combinin' my sentences until my life's end
a field hand but I'm called "light-skinned",
in the fields with mice, stand tall as nine men
that's your story? I ain't buyin in,
get to know the killer livin in this lion's den
Sick
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
he came flying in like ambulances transporting dying men rappers afraid to take it outside get ironed in
minus the board the chess-master bishops ride with the lord
frauds get head-smashed with the mic then choked out with the cord
may he rest peacefully while I'm fully paid we rock with rockets
those who told me to stop it eyes removed from sockets
more against me than with me not afraid to cock it back
you know you done fucked up right like a fiend running off with my pack
around here grand mothers will put a hole in your head for a stack
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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