You get dipped like an oreo in milk
you prolly a 100% silk nigga
i f*ck leather lions and iron
its the sun god like g.face killahs son
im risin on the idiot s im hot like mims
spinnin like the barrel on a 32
its cold on the other side over here
the hell with them 16 rays complete the solar
shine light a nigga up like a tanning bed
after your flesh bake g. Well just play dead
n/w: (beijing cocktail) you know from the movie crank
Right outside.
a melanie fiona a yo a yo i roll actual facts tighter then egg roll
let me tell you what the situation on
1st this is tony montana from the big manzana
hit you with the bei jing cocktail you f*ck in every manner
you dumby you dont know what kind of sh*t you on
death in a bottle this aint jim jones
2nd your heart get heavy then your visions blurry
you half past murderd if your tickin still tocks from survivin
a shock at 600 watts im sure you jumpin off the sears tower
with a suicide note will take you off the top like a barber
Right outside.
Whats the next weapon?
CONservative goverMENt
Pick one
Right outside.
the person below is gona kill me like I am a duck name daffy
their words must be crafty
which may inflict me with suicidal tendencies
soaking the tissue with my snot
my name confidence just got shot
cuz your verse be like an bow and arrow
managed by a dark super hero
rapidly you threw that ice pic like a sub zero.
man, g you ripped away my bone marrow.
resulting in to me felling sorrow.
i'll kick you off the top of a train with a smile on my face
watch you as your body tumbles 'n place, what a disgrace
leave you bloated, bloody and bruised
you better not spray ur fuckin blood on my new shoes
dip you in battery acid you fuckin fagget
your life would fade away faster than the career of bob saget
and if i see ur mother carrying her new purse i'll fuckin snatch it
cuz my razor blades will carve you up like a fuckin maze
Death Rot, this is your death spot
i leave you with your breath lost
hit you with the fast right
you'll never ever last twice
i'm getting the heavy flow cash nice
my lyrics sharp like OJ's Machete
concealed facts keep my leverage
crack your ribs, smack your bitch
rap circles around your cliq
i spit the smoothest shit
since Life's a Bitch
kid, don't play hard
żou'll just end up on my death list
why thank you inspektah
i would if i could but i really can't thank yah
i'll shank you like a snitch in jail
i cut your fingers up and send it to your mom in the mail
your life is insignificint, you stupid bitch
i'll leave you nailed to an upside down crucifix
how am i insiginificant when i'm the father to your kids?
thats right, you tasted my dick on ur bitches lips
grab the crucifix, cuz i'm spitting fire like 666
Illumati shit, fuck it also grab the garlic
i sparked it, you're children will grow up bastards
chop my fingers? thats ok, cuz i'll chop your penis
leave it in your mouth, and your laying on the couch
sooon to be discovered by children and spouse
when i found out you were the father of my kids, i slaughtered each one of them
i popped 'em off like a zit
and trust me dawg, your life's a waste
you like it when men jerk off on you
then they ask you how does it taste?
now this is not a rap battle, it's a mutilation
your a brain tumor, like scientific incubation
Ayo sniper down cause I'm pullin off head shots
when led pops your body will be found death rott
who's next op? I place active rounds in ya dreadlocks
quick to snatch the crown and make muthafuckin beds rock
more than young money. put on ya nikes and run from me
you dumb dumies alreadly know I son dunnies!
Yo, look at this dude Metalfist
Watch out cuz i spit fatal shit
Youre a homo, fucking ass germinator
i'm also known as the mass exterminator
i come through your path like the terminator
i got verbal bullets like i mixed with Washington
got shit off the brain fixed with intentions
death sentence, decision pending
Take your ass home back to Californ
your lyrics fucking wack word is bond
u couldnt carry the thread so now we carry ya casket
this concept of rap ya cannot grasp it
i came into ya home n soaked ya mattress
got done fuckin ya bitch n she gave me ya mothas address
yeah after that the aftermath is ya hoes hole has had it
took the weak shit u posted on this thread n put it on a flash disk
slammed it in ya hollow head ya got killed with ur own wack raps bitch
next weapon is a...gabble?
That Guy brought the thread back around but I still bitch slapped him til he got a black eye,
But fuck that let me kill him with this gabble, ill wordplay, unless he meant to type gavel,
Either way his death's the same, spittin crazy words is doing damage to his brain,
Damage to his sane with my lyrics made of flames,
Sit back while I take the reigns, gavel to your temple splattering your brains,
Now what what remains,
Is one lifeless MC,son, your life is emp-tee..
Next weapon: Flask
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