1 round, 20 lines or 2..I don't care
first to 5 wins, 3-0 = ko
I'll go now
1 round, 20 lines or 2..I don't care
first to 5 wins, 3-0 = ko
I'll go now
The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth
your hated, I'm paid to clean house like a filthy ho
even your crew front, my side, there with me bro
pity you need but we just kicking your bucket
I don't play, sticking bitches up like you sucking
cause you ain't really good, more son of a bitch
have fun snitch, the sickness nail ya like an itch
still have the nerve to come back like looped porn
faggits burning for thinking the booths don't harm
I told your boss like, don't send pussy to go in and out
pussy saying daps is his force, you got thin clout
time for halftime where I highlight my game
and I ain't lie, like ya body I ignite in fame
and you breaking like a slow down
its like a motherfucking wall when my flows pound
tidal wave destruction is my games function
leaving my mark in your flesh like suction
so don't come through again like a one way road
now shape up ya weak words I'ma filet ya throat
you don't wanna enter the zone, I got mean bos
plus faggit, ya games fucked up like cheat codes
The, U. NY Knicks. NY Jets. NY Mets. > Ur teams = The Truth
.
. k, i'm up . .
. punches too weak, who told this kid i'm here to spar?
your (w)raps aren't tight enough, my worth is proven in my scars
you don't have the balls to be on par, cracker your just white noise
change your frequency, and you'll probably get felt like church boys
talkin' about "tidal wave destruction is my games function"
but the proof is in the pudding and it's pseudo to your theatrical production
my brain functions, with a core that deplores magnetic inductions
tear you to shreds with a blink, ink records the temperatures reduction
but enough self induction, time's too long to play god
just like these idiotic mods that act upon this site like thee israeli mossad
worm niggas keep staying on my fly rod, i knew something was fishy
crabs all up on my dick, no wonder my shit's itchy(lol)
dudes flying daggers just staggered, he didn't even barely miss me
in fact they still on his reply screen waiting to make it through the mt
this dirt poor kid must've broke out, because his bars are empty
just white lines, niggas losing his mind cuz he couldn't cut it with these twenty
now mines are plenty, killing that kid over and over like kenny
fucker give me that soul !! i'm the devils cognoscenti
your carcass on a pole, as i'm shitting your insides into a black hole
my eyes rolling back into my skull, the universe is my toilet bowl .
Last edited by iniquity; 06-19-2009 at 03:58 PM.
no one
that kid - i thought first you were going somewhere with that verse, and then it seemed to just tumble down hill and went no where.
iniquity - it's frustrating squinting my eyes trying to read your verse.
v = iniquity
. 3-0 iniquity = k.o . good shit that kid, keep at it my dude . lol @ era, i'll look into using a different font next time .
. p/ce .
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