1 round-however many lines-feed if you want-i'll drop first
peace and 1luv
Open for Battle
1 round-however many lines-feed if you want-i'll drop first
peace and 1luv
no more albums like the 36 no more
locked away pussy, i'll bust you out, and pop your cherry
lightweight champ, proven your nuts are easy to carry
you like yourself a cock, and i ain't talking about a gun
i'll grab you from a distance, like a frogs tognue
i'll digest you, shit you, flush you, now rats are eating you out
trying to play hardball, but your dick has yet sprout
you as might as well be allergic to air
because you serve no purpose anywhere
when it's down to you, God don't fucking care
i'll give you use, and a new black suit you can wear
your life, you should of sold it
i hope your not clastrophobic
in a tight wooden bunk, rooming with a maggot
i'm the only one that visits you six feet in your casket
and when i do, i piss on your tombstone
take a shit on it, if i had a shitty dinner at home
don't accept the challenge, whoever is reading
or you'll fuck up the bitch life, that you were leading
Last edited by MX1; 03-17-2007 at 07:25 PM.
no more albums like the 36 no more
open for any nigga
and to win, you gotta get 3 votes
peace and 1luv
no more albums like the 36 no more
ok...
kid you lifes of little~worth watch ma spital~burst till faces-evaporate... and pass~up~fate eat u for dinner then smash-the-plate then crap-out-waste..//
ill win with a flat-out-pace whip out the weaponary and have u a coward of gun-talk.... ma puns-walk and kill you before nite from what the suns-though if u run-caught!!..//
this is a fun-sport devolve-this-punk the bullets will have you showered-then-dumped.... ill over power-this-chump take you out is easy work 2 seconds then have a hour-for-lunch...//
you sour-with-punch break ya kneecaps till you only wheels you got is a wheel-chair.... your limps a steal-fair what you feel,-bare as i peel-stairs to open up hells-enterence...// now kids in a dwell-sentence till the spells-present and have the bells-stressin
learn from the swell-lesson and dont fuck or all your problems you call tell-wesson..(boom!)...//
air this dude out like walks-in-park get stalk-in-dark then rip-ya-thoughs-apart....
man you get socked-up-hard get rocked-till-scarred and am above you son so u cant top-ma-barz....//
what a drop-is-far from you range-kid get deranged-kid you cant sumstain-shit have your frame-tipped.... man your fames-ripped these knifes will have the pain-stripped still the stains-dripp...// even if your blood or plain-crip,bottle-your-face uve got no throlle-to-race...
man ill slaugther-ya-pace then be in between ya daughters-waist...//
what i though-was-the-case this a straight-rape-feast get ya fate-scrapped-strech and ya life tessed till your eyes stress and your stomach and the blade battle to digest...//
yo am fly so rest,kid with the rapsy voice didnt no balls in you motuh could change ya voice-box....
man you choice-lost fuck you tilll you twice-moist tossed i win kid the end...ya voice lost
"A LOST SOUL ON DEATHS PAROLL"
vote up
"A LOST SOUL ON DEATHS PAROLL"
good battle pacman...voting open
no more albums like the 36 no more
pacman took that 1. both was ill, but i gotta pick pacman.
i'm down one, thanks for the vote visual
no more albums like the 36 no more
Mx1 (huh) ya done son, ya shits to weak, get to sleep jus like Big pun (uh),
i bet ya run, from my hood ya get Smacked, fifty times in the back, if ya dont pack a gat, so yo fat ass done crapped, in the ghetto territory, spendin life in pergitory, the deceased protects my inner being, i'm represented by night, ya never seen what i've seen, ya scream im dead right and the demon choked ya lungs, spitten up blood ya little pansy ass was gone, in the day i sleep, but just to prepare for what bewares, ya holy intermition, send to christ my evil chrimsins in the bounded cell of gremlins. (damn i fucked it all up.but i posted it anyway)
Starten A legacy, better off it's a Dynasty, Lyikal Snuff Produktions is killin off all the rivalry.
Check out myspace.com/borey44 For real Hip Hop, This Is DENVER KID......
ok then, more votes
no more albums like the 36 no more
yo monk, i won't even make pergitory and i know denver ain't ghetto territory
and don't say it is, i don't buy that white lie story
send christ what you want, why would i care, since i breathe the devil
me and damien made a deal to get your head diced and to hell to be level
who's the pansy who smacks?
throw you underground, on railroad tracks, repeating american history acts (underground railroad)
thanks for buying your mom a sax
she blowing harder than ever, now heres the facts
if my shit is weak, yours is weaker
like its cold in denver, wheres your dick dumbass streaker
trying to attack me like an arrow at a lighthouse beaker
love my lines so you bite em more than a dog and a squeaker
have your mom send you to brooklyn, and i'll send your body back in a crate
turn your intestines out and suck out your fluid, weak and deflate
i feed this dog pedigree and find him a bitch to mate
two pussies his son of bitches will adapt as his daddies trait
send his ass to brooklyn so he can receive the same fate
repeat the family cycle
and perhaps your seeds won't be so fightful
no more albums like the 36 no more
it been awhile, i forgot bout this, so i just wanted to spit and there so w/e
no more albums like the 36 no more
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