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Originally Posted by Slurch Yung
shizz you a bitch get stomped wit ya own tims
beat you to shit yu fresh to be stepped in
shizz get more dick the butter in pens
do you have friends??? tht aint old men-
tht aint been registered faggit for sex offense
yur rap game garbage pass me the trash can
fill it wit more shizz then toilets in skamps crib
its a dam shame how i be conquerin lames
wrap him up in carpet start diggin his grave
i kno he's hurt by life you see the look in his eyes
traumatized by the way his dad touch him at night
in therapy he said he's ashamed of his mom
cuz slang mobb is runnin trains all over the broad
yur ugly cant get no play from fat whores
ya mom wishes she woulda aborted your birth
i smear yu like booger god wiped on the earth-ROUND 2-If my mother stopped my birth, you wouldn't be on this earth
You can lead a band of wolves into a race I'll still come first
While I fuck with this rap shit, you can only flirt
I'll never be beaten by someone called Slurch
You suck on a bottle of alcohol, I foresaw your fall
Watch me perform before my friends in a full Carnegie Hall
My hidden darts, are better than anything ever written
It's winter, I wear your rap because it's softer than mittens
When I slap you with my backhand, it's gon be a real badland
Rumor has it I smacked Pacman and that's why I write yellow
After I read your first verse, I was mellowed
I got more balls than the tennis cup in Flushing Meadows
You came here wanting for battle and left with...
You didn't leave, your face was splattered
I light a candle for you and then stomp it with my sandals
Like you imagine a God, crushing Greece with his hammer
no votes really coming in so i'ma jus drop ma second verse-
i heard silence even after your bars dropped
come to ya dwellin an stab you wit rusty ox
matter fact dis bitch aint worthy of blades
stab yu wit screwdrivers like i'm fixing ya face
all yu do is stay home an bust nuts in socks
if i see u in the streets ya dome get curb stomped
you say you section 9? watta bitch of click
yall sit at home all day an exchange pictures of dicks
i chop your body up an feed your ass to pigs
i could hang you from a tree an kill you wit rpg
cement blocks shoes for ya feet let you drown in the sea
or i could let you die slow an cut the veigns in your knee
slash the tires on the herse explode it wit c4
so when ya family comes i can snipe em from top floor
drive away from the scene bumpin infinite slang mobb
destroy the whole city yellin who else want war???VOTEI slang the slang mob with the slang blade
I got the jack of all trades plus hand grenades
Like a running action you're getting played
I'm explosion-resistant, just ask the army
No bombarding can harm me, I'm too hardy
Get strangled by your own spinal chord
Choke on your own mic, you know I'm too powerful
I'm a living ricochet, your ammo don't work against me
I'm the unfuckwitable lyrical menace, don't tempt me
People co-signin, even contracts try to pen me
I stomp you with strength of a wall 20 inches thick
That verse is soft like crafted with lines of silk
Your click is more bitch than employees of pimps
Find your throat slit, your whole family hit
Just by me doing the spit all this fly shit
Please stand in line for the respiration of my dick
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