I'm down, how many bars?
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I'm down, how many bars?
as many or as little as you like pref 4 but its up to you if you wanna do more
5 grams to half a key, call me the lace saint...
this clown smokes so much he forgot about face paint!..
dirt on the timbs from bustin these snitches chins,
i get payed, so I'm flippin these bitches grins..
my boys don't ride bikes, but they got chains..
yall bitches speed walkin' on sidewalks, we on lanes..
My psp screen clean, while this bitch use a Gamegear..
I reign-fear, he only rock furr when he wrestling a Raindeer!..
Been writting 2 years now, but I prefer recording tracks to text battles, lol.
OH no! the devil is back,
but don't let me interrupt these^ wack attacks.
I'm just here to remind yall who's best, the blessed,
who's the one you shouldn't test. :cool:
get back at me, anyone
on some grown-man-shit, ima known-bandit
if i stick ya for paper, yuh goin'-hand-it
got green like camo, wrist gleam like ammo
half yall rep colors and dont know what dey stand-fo
we leave ya wetter then physical-ed-class.
chrome bust out kissable-led-fast..
Boy quit ridin' that dick, ya Kindness-Is-Wack..
He spittin' bad shit, I think his Sinuses-Back.
im done with this fruitcake, gats'll make ya suite bake
i'll leave a fuckin sign on ya head dat my boot make
man look at this fool tryin to be one of the Gs,
I've heard better raps at Mikey Ds,
so let me give you a lesson all the way from NYC.
The beat is for you to imagine,
and the lyrics are for me to stab-in.
My lines are ill, oh yes indeed
and just like Coke they will make you bleed,
but these lines are not to snort just to read.
Let me remind you again who the king is,
so once I'm done I'll extend my hand for you to kiss,
you try to be a gangsta that doesn't exist,
keep it up and your face may meet my fist, but...if you must insist.
Yours is a minor roll,
your there so i can smoke you like a bowl,
when the movie is done you go back being the tranny called nicole,
your the result of the condom your father never stole,
or that night he didn't want to stick it in her asshole.
You see i return your attack with coal,
then i spit fire to make it so hot you feel cold.
now lets see how this story unfolds
as i go and play my console. :jointsmile:
If this was a bit too harsh just tell me, I don't wanna get into a retarded internet fight, I don't mean any of those things just playing the game, paz
HAHAHAHA great shit great shit damn i wish i could do it ive been trying to think of one line and i cant
I'm an elephant i never forget where i came from
Wrote my first bar made my name from
Weighed my first O, got the wrong
Drove my first car lost the plates the on
Now i have to roll with food to weigh O's
But i can get dark again, remove the halo
Unless your a G you cant speak to me, NO
'Coz i can run through your whole team like 'Diego'
Got the 'Hand of God', the gift of the gab
And i dont even need a beat just a kick and a clap
Emcees turn babies, shit they pants
So please just admit it's a rap, i'm BACK
With a serve like Federra you return like Henman
Look, i kill rappers no weapons
When i spit, expect 'funerals' like you had 'four weddings'
listen back of my boy cyraxQuote:
Originally Posted by Peruvian Devil
or you will be hearin that click clack!
now punk we'll see how this story unfolds
your girls a ho, and you just been told
theres more of me to come
so you better run,
cus i got my lrycis on my trigger like a loaded gun
one step closer you will be gone
with the force of my gun thats loud like a drum
you Can come and test but you wont get far,
ill leave you there for dead or with a life long scar,
leave you smoking like a cigar,
so beat it boy get back in your car.
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listen up jiga, u aint a N*gg*, you;s a fucking wigga, you bes shut up b4 i stick my foot in ya