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i fell into a burnin ring fire,...cool thing im satanic and the flames got me wired, got me higher than kids with no ritalin, make u retire.../
im on top of everything when it comes to money,...im on your honey ...
ya big dumby, where im at its always sunny...so whats so damn funny money?
it sucked, u win whatsyourface.
hope u enjoyed your 5 minute spot light.../
I run thru more ho's than a compton stop light.../
your goin nowhere fuckin runnin your mouth bout me.../
this nigga needs like 6 colostomy bags, he's so full of shit.../
he spends hours plotting my downfall,..all i gotta do is plot for a minute.../
truth punk, it hurts, maybe u should call some hotline.../
get that 1800 555 sex line and tell 36 u think he's fine.../
you aint foolin shit dog,,, see thru u like window pain.../
crush u like an oxy, fuckin shoot u like heroin crush u like a microdot if u get outta line.../
fuck u doin in my thread nigga, u dont belong.../
hit from the bong, 7 minutes long,...god damn thrashed your punk ass with my freestyle song
pir
peace
i retire crooks like the Po-Po, stoppin a jux
but im not gettin blasted like some punk bitch pig
just make like a toupee barber n' split yo wig
$ix is sick shootin shotgun shells, outta his dick
i could hit up you and ya clique but id rather twist some L's
sit back and get my peoples, outta them jails
chase some paper, out in the field like Vernon Wells
on the freestyle thread, we all burnin' L's
thinkin' i copped 2 pounds last month, how am i down to 1?
called my man's, hes got some
checked under the bed, on the floor found some more
gotta run, go inhale some more
fuck im outta blunts, gotta run to the store
true story yo haha
peace
live and learn, dont be a bitch
what i've done..aint been done before
i'm the one, spittin freestyle galore
re dial ya whore, my dick..
leave her Senile and Sore..
pir
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
I'm from cinci but i still say fuck the bengals
Count singles, roll with the ravens, as a kid i loved stealin doritos
Killin for cheetos, sell a toe for alittle extra doe
Examine, divide, and inferiate "so called" divine flows
Mc's know, they can't fuck wit this shit
Yo hoe suckin my dick, and she knew i'm not rich
Plus yo mom sayin "who's this fly kid", "i really like him"
But the bitch so dark, i couldn't see the difference
Between her pussy and her ashy ass split.
And i heard you was with the mutherfuckers who killed my nigga K.
Well i'm vexed g, and you won't live to see another day.
Discussed the plot while stickin up fags in the hallway.
Next morinin see 5 unknown's, standing in you doorway with a-k's
Plus we know a dog with rabies, and we plan to infect your babies
Got snipers in undisclosed locations, with X-ray guns from haities
I was lisitening to big L's lp the big picture today, and he say some foul shit on there.I try keep my ryhmes clean and complex but i'ma try to switch it up alittle. Yaw heard that "causlaties of a dice game"? That song is still hot.
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 07-08-2006 at 11:01 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
thugs from Haiti I run with, bitches get gunned quick
switchin the gun clips for them bitches you run with
catch slugs wit your head thats all it good for
still slangin dope, plus still lookin for a good whore
makin that dope money tryna get that ho money
fuck all them haters, them faggots get no money
or 9/5 money, same difference, aint nothin
straight frontin, talkin shit wit my tape thumpin
rape dump em bitches in a ditch quick
leavin wigs on any ho tryna snitch split
no half steppin, ten toes 5 1 fuckin 4
hatin on ya vacation i kick ya hotel fuckin door
news storys about tourists missin if yous dissin
not fuckin knowin on whos feet yous pissin
bitch im real you can check me for some pills
check me for some dank or test me and get killed
I got the lingustics that lick off like burners and biskits
When I flip shit you get hit wit
A force similar ta two pounds and four clips
Your boy's sic and missin a few screws
Live by tru MC rules Never go to work wit no tools
I skold fools, empty they pockets and take they shoes
I live wit the Grizzlies, boy I'm bad news
Rock Tattoos reppin almamater
walk myself into a slaughter
because it's death before dishonor
Banga come with the tools, to ooze satisfaction,
But new fools try to act cool, divide'm up like fractions,
Arrive with detectives that cause the fake cats to react
Reject all affection ,bust raps off rapid but abject
Effective Greatly mentally, physically i'm always able to get mine
My line's are bloody delicacies,Lureing fast fowarding sharks to rewind
I eat spines, like one would consume rib bones
Plus get mad parental advisory baloons
Attacked by needle platoons of porn cartoons
Fry corn on the cob niggas live on a radio tune
Station, his style was so basic
That just a simple ryhme, could efface his MC alias
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 07-12-2006 at 08:06 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
alias -N.E.L, No Enemy Lives bitch
straight pimp shit, no friend of me gives shit
got you shakin so hard I hear ya ribs click
give the shit up before i rip this clip-
fuck, pussy ass bitches caught slippin again
N.E.L. riffin wit him like takin a piss in the wind
the new click comin soon, two clips gunnin boom
put 21 bullets each in everyone in the room
I got hoes like a bums shoes got holes, Skale got flows like hoods got murders yo'
I'm no killer but i'll still fill ya with slugs, i'm no thug but i'll have ya white bandana red from blood...
You hold a grude, i hold the snub that'll rub you from existence
Even gangsters act different seeing the gat spittin'
Have rappers living the fast-life from food extortion
Watch me shoot ya mothers fetus, for not having an abortion
She forced my hand, so i rocked her cradle again
I got balls she licks, and everyday she performs C.P.R. on my dick
First she was tight, til' i out-stretched her clit
She told me to bust a rhyme, instead it was my load on her lips
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
im in montreals streets like potholes mayne
tryna test this click and this glock goes bang
run wit us or get run into the ground
run up in ya house slap ya momma wit the pound
cant sleep when theres business to be done
drop you off the roof mayne physics can be fun
law of gravity, leave ya fuckin body splattery
if you wanna test its gon be assault and battery
leave you slumped up painted red in the Gallery,Originally Posted by Skale
Wall Art flattering welcome to the street gathering,
of heartless bastards shoot you quicker than Eastwood,
Dirty Harry Mac up under the seat of the Fleetwood,
I chop away at the timber with my teeth like a Beaver,
leave it or be split like Butcher holding a Meat Clever,
You see the shit gets dark in streets at night,
as bitches bark trying to induce these Geez in a fight,
but fuck it I want the Jacksons and I'll do it my way,
So Fuck it that bitch will get her cranium split 9 ways...
man its 10 a clock, and tomorrow is Friday, i am about ta make Time Wait
My Mic Vibrate's, My Mind's Design Shakes like a L.A. EarthQuake..
Work Late, so i can Accumulate, those Franklin's, Pay Day's i'm Patient
Remain In, a critically Acclaimed Sanction, Break Bricks, with my Legs Kicks
Caged in, Metal Bars, Descend from Mars?? Naw i Asscend da Stars
ta Sketch my Start, then Repent my Sins, Den't the Thickest Armor
With the Tip from my LIttles't Monster, Distant Author, Brings On-Lookers
on Top of the TWin Towers, Hit Markers, like i am In the Armed Forces
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
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