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09-11-2006, 10:37 PM | #281 (permalink) |
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Join Date: May 2005
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Listen here nigga, my raps flow like molten lava,
Best not fuck with me or i'll rape your father, Remember this, i'm no Buhaina's Delight, more like your worst nightmare Nightmare on Elm Street right, I hit my rhymes like blood guts and pussy, while you're still stuck on GG thinking you're listening to shock rock when really you worship the cockrock. |
12-01-2006, 04:15 PM | #282 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Missouri, USA
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*bump*
my raps are freestyle you probably get yo verses out of a book I could cut yo phone line and you still wouldnt be off the hook your raps are disgusting smellin' like sh*t thats 3 times been digested they should pass a bill and have you whack MC's arrested ill kick your door down and spray bullets like a water hose ya'll be gettin wet from the blood that'll be spillin' from you ho's you f**kin f@ggot ass bitch i'll cut yo tongue out like a snitch 3 weeks later they'll find yo body floatin' in a ditch and f**k a funeral service the only service'll be me stickin' 8 inches in ya mama's pelvis i got you "all shook up" like a Vegas Elvis but you need to realize that there's a million different Pressley's so you spittin' that awful sh*t thoroughly unimpresses me if you're competition step up i'll get you schooled with all these lessons spit your weak verses and get stabbed in a matter of seconds ill stare through you like a ghost my hellacious gaze thats as cold as ice my raps flow over ya head buzz it off like you got head lice i dont give a f**k if i gotta bump a thread to make my point i could murder every one of you motherf**kers an still not end up in the joint i'll jump in my car and straight ram your ass you niggaz better call the ambulance you try to sneak up on me but i smell you comin' like flatulence my style is ill like SARS but I still spit endless bars I'll burn down ya house till your ass is half charred break in and tie yo mama to the bed just to start beef lets see you talk sh*t after I remove all of your front teeth you call on ya cell phone to see who the hell's home but yo mama cant talk with 8 inches slidin' down her throat you rhyme lika f@g pissin' and moanin' like a bitch on the rag lets see you step up when I break both ya legs |
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