SUAV3 "clashin" anyone??

[suav3]

doing anyone, for big sums, assisted with grande guns...
metals in the slum, hard time for the chumps..
schools done, lessons overcomed, chasing all the funds.. ( non-stop )
old partners attemptin takeovers anything i got..
anything i brought, left his brain in shock..
sendin shocks, like treatments from docs..
professional shots, even stethascope watch..
no pulse after my boys leave bald spots..
like george cons-tand-up with glock pops..
pops,moms,siblings all get tied up..
like traffic jams that got your time done.. ( depleting )
movin peanuts, butter, sweet chocolate like reeses..
try snatchin my candy get left in peieces..
extorting young cats summin like leases..
pay for the time but give it back when its not intrigin..
infabeamin, bust in these pussies faces like suaves seamen..
notice everybody creaming, and this aint no scheming..
its resource linking, capital merging..
lets leave these other assholes in a world of hurting...


whatever get back at me if you want..... challenge for anyone who wants to get dirty liek the crack house slums, trap spots till your tings be done..

[Mantra]

Aye yo,

Your a tylenol chewable, sitting bull unable to beat the unbeatable//
You dirty snake in the grass i'm seeing you, cut ya head off for being you//
If ya in the house i'm bombin', common for mc's with herpies to die wanting my title//
Put ya hand on the bible, defeating me'a a lie to Jah, your hungy eat some dog poop//
you couldn't shoot a free-throw, You's a lobster weaker than Tical prequel//
You ain't equal to me your just the sugar mc, you got the shakes seing a centipede//
Run raps on ya like a Nordi-track exercise bike, indeed your a flattened tire//
Slash ya frame, bars burn u up niggas call you suav3 Pryor//
Your a expired date on the back of a milk carton, dolly parton fan for hire//
You ain't no sire, your more like Bubba from Mamma's family//
A fan to me, a damaged jeep in a head on collision//
Your lyricisims anal like homo sex in prisons//
I'm lynchin' u son, ya nursery rhymes can't compete ya done//
A piece of bacon you are oink-oink, piglet bucked by my gun//
your a nun in a catholic church, anoited to be put n' tha dirt//
Captain kirk tryin' to be Spock, i'll walk on u like docks//

[Mantra]

C'mon man Lay off the pop tarts and rap!!

[Sicka than aidZ]

so far JTS winning, he changes the imagery its more interesting that way...

and he str8 up punks muthafuckaz cmon sauv bring it! make this shit memorable. peace

[LICK CUNTS]

so far JTS winning, he changes the imagery its more interesting that way...

and he str8 up punks muthafuckaz cmon sauv bring it! make this shit memorable. peace

why the fuck you in here faggot! I seen your pic of you eatin dick, your a faggot. get your fag ass outta here dick licker!

[suav3]

turn boys into permanent marks, like graffitti spots..
failure for his bars, leave heart failures for his pops..
and i know im laying mu fucca when i pop tarts..
like pringles once you pop the fun dont stop..
you pussies like lays how i jus cant eat one..
toss the gun in the forest after mans attempt to run..
deminishin, oppositions, like delicious servins..
relinquishin, these vermins, snitchin on the higher learnin..
yous like women squirmin, when im layin the hurt up on em..
taking back shots from the pipe with his gear still on em..

fiends, schemes, dreams, please..
live nd times of this young G..
yous hot shit but soft like wasabi..
chop, sticks, like mr myogi..
poppin wheels likes riders on ducatis..
muzzle on the tool like muzzles on the rotty..
tryna tone it down, douse you with more then a couple rounds..
mans always wanna try to make up like clowns..
only thing ill make up is my alliby after your found..
hell bound, ramsack towns, tdot sounds..
haters end up underground, like the tranist now..
and put up more crosses on your face then the holy ground..
pounds, for renown, takin down for the kingdoms crown..
lick em down now, loud, sounds, leave jts knocked out and gun clouds..

[Mantra]

i can't lose this kid'll need brews after he's brutally bruised//
Him and his crew will be found dead, here come the cruisers//
you didn't obey my rules too confused so i beheaded this rooster//
Who's ya rhymin' hero?? on a scale from 1-10 you's a rhymin' zero//
You appear dope, but if you confonted me you'd re-appear poked//
I'm cold-blooded though, lockin' ya down like po-po//
Pullin' ya strings like puppets, and yo-yo's//
you ain't a pro doing promos, i'll promote the blade to ya throat//
Kid you wrote hype but i'm the type to leave ya leakin' like a busted pipe//
Cut ya like meat on the butchers block, hit cha' with a get-a-round shot like Pac//
So you live the hard life, that's why u got knocked on ya block//
Stopped from wreckin' shop once weapons popped, you bitch screamed and dropped//
Rocked to sleep after you weeped and peeped people cheering me, your meek//
Not a gangster a geek using big wordz when u speak ya big bird technique//
You seek redemption and only get a lynchin', and stabs like fencin'//
U climbed the fence when i came in ya spot to chop ya limbs//
over ya head like water, Suav i hope u can swim cus' in this battle ya drow-in//

[adedwutang]

boring battle, i would make an opinion but i didnt read half of it sry
peace

[Mantra]

Yeah agreed iv'e so busy these days scrambiling i haven't had time to battle!

[adedwutang]

yea man its tuff when we like the oly ones around battlin