uhh shit well i dont think big wants 2 team wit sid , so its me n sid vs. u n big then
uhh shit well i dont think big wants 2 team wit sid , so its me n sid vs. u n big then
ight thats cool, damn i was getting confused to lol
whats the order?
no more albums like the 36 no more
Remember we gotta wait for sidious to accept the teams, he might drop out, but anyways get on aol, i just wrote two ten line verses for these cats.
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
yeah iam in with sinatra...thats cool i wouldent have done it with big anyway (no offence). whos droppin?
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
lets let them drop first....mx or big one of yall drop,wuteva lines n uh lets do 2 rounds ...
hell naw i ain't doin no two rounds, that's 8 verses that nobody gonna read and decipher all the way through, one round with four verses (2 vs. 2) is all anybody on this site will read through and take the time to vote on.
And make this shit a 20 line limit, like gza said "Half short, twice strong".
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
aight then one round twenty line limit lets get into it..
Here's the order,
I'll drop mines, then somebody from your team drops theirs, then mx1 will drop his, and your team will have the closing verse, No feeding.
And lets try to get all verses in today, here's mines.
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 05-14-2007 at 04:46 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
(To Sleep sinatra)
I'll put my barreta up yo moms' pussy, then let the lead blow
And keep pullin the trigger till the bullets make head holes
Fuckin wit me? i become a virgin, "buckin wit haste"
I got yo girl slobbin my "glue gun", suckin in "paste"
My dick's like stress pills, without it she might kill
She's addicted to my dick like its heroin wit niquil
Should i saw yo head off and mount you, after i beat ya?
Or do u like Galelio an' drop u off the tower of pisa
Maybe i'll attach a G.P.S. and have a killa track it
Naw, i'ma "drag you" like a fag model, down a hill of cactus
^^^
Ten lines
(To Sidious katana)
Fag, i heard you've rubbed more balls than Randy Johnson--
--times the amount thats' been coiled by Arroyo Bronson
You one of those short fat dukes' wita snobbery disease
I know u've sucked more balls than those lottery machines
If writing was fighting, in "ninty one seconds" u'd need a nurse now
Just like Tyson did Larry holmes in the first round
My lines "exchange" your "support", like they was dealin' foots
You use big words with concepts of children books
Don't act hard yo, i peeped yo harry potta' poster
Frontin' like u've "shot heat" when u rarely "pop" a "toaster"
^^^
Ten lines
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 05-14-2007 at 05:01 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
when am i up>? aye bigs, sign on aol know what im saying
no more albums like the 36 no more
aight my bad lets do dis....
sid if im sliipin tho u betta pick up tha slack
ya weak swagger just gon get ya skull battered/
i shatter my foes like glass these hoes is actors/
i impact ya grillz wit tha force of steel -my-source-is-ill/
my text deadly lil niggas so of-course-ya-killed/
mister big will get a splintered-wig an mx-next/
i spit death vex u bitches only "typin" death threats/
grip-lead-tecs-u-get-dead-set in dirtbeds/
yall bitches "suck tha most" as if u givin tha whole earth head/
matter fact feel tha bbrrrap from da milly mack u really-wack/
an u should kno ill leave u "fucking dead" like necrophilliacs/
i kill-these-cats u "pussies" gettin putdown permanent/
smirkin -shit u got sum "stripes" but u aint earnin-shit/
u betta learn- it- quick i leave ya both "smokin" like a burnin-spliff/
needin major turnicates get "cut" more than muscular dudes/
trust-that -youll-lose im a professionist wit -wreckin -spit/
all hell im lyrical "mel" a lethal weapon bitch/
Last edited by Sleep Sinatra; 05-14-2007 at 08:31 PM.
sleep:
like "frank sinatra", your moms pussy aint foreign
forgive me for her screams at the "wee hours of the morning"
sid pay the "ransom money", while bigs got yuh
now on "carry dimes", cuz i've "stolen sinatra"*
join the mafia, get curbed, never a hit man
your old blue eyes sink in quicker than quick sand
"fly to the moon", maybe you and sid's "witchcraft" will work (2 songs by frank sinatra)
you bag bodies? you fired for bagging wrong when a store clerk
you center of the "crooked" universe, like the fab five
i fuck the dead cuz no longer is your mother alive
*-frank sinatra son was kidnapped and the kidnappers made him only use payphones for ransom and he carried dimes, they made movie bout it called stealing sinatra
sid:lets play your way
pull your eyes out your sockets, watch blood leaking
put 'em near your crack, see how you be stinking
have your mom jerk you off, you beginning to sperm
rip off your ears, sending in worms ready to squirm
you were born with no talent, tripping have no grace
like you were born with no feet, and entered a track race
cut out your own adams apple wit' your toe nails
where you want me to start, heads or tails
put your body in my lamp, only time you'll ever shine
no one wants you, like watermelon wit' rine
no more albums like the 36 no more
U came thru on that shit mx1, we got this if that sidious duke spits what he ussualy does....
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
Sidious butter knife, u better drop tonight or u a hoe
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
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