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Originally Posted by pigninja
Studios? Shut the fuck up, you're too busy dreaming and not busy enough making quality music. I know studio quality rhymes when I hear them. One person I know of, myself, has that ability. You do not, so don't clame fame to something you don't got bro. I see through you like I see through saranrap, in fact, that's what I'm going to call you from now on, saranrap..because you're see through like clear plastic. If I spit something once, whether it's a demo or not, it sounds way better then anything you'll ever create. Funny thing is, freestyle or no freestyle, it's obvious to me you lack rhythm. There wasn't a single word on your freestyle that hit the beat, and you know it. I'm sure you know enough about music to know I'm the real deal, and in your heart, you know you're just a wannabe. It's hard to face I understand, but trust me, you know, so give up the act. Listen I'll take 2 minutes and write something for you just to show you how it's done.
this kid saranrap thinks he can spit
but this kid saranraps equipped with a clit
he walks around parading his dick
but the truth is he recieves
this *****s more bitch then a bitch
if you don't get the reference
go listen to real shit
cause I got the medal and the pendant
even though I'm half asleep
I can still respond to the beef
it's late on the east coast
but I can still smell a fish
and you got pussy all over your lips
so quit eating your own genitalia
your clits probably sore
cocks impale ya
cause you just a whore
if you ever went to prison
you'd be someones sweety
cause you just a pussy cat
i fly high like i'm tweety
suckerin suckotage!
this is probably the weakest flow
that i've ever written
but you sit down to piss ho
i only sit when i'm shittin
so shut your trap quick
before you get smacked like a bitch
you keep running your mouth
but you can't seem to back it up
unless someones dicks out
cause then you eat that shit up
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toker i got you son fuck this cat
yes we get ya reference, but thats not what we stressin
its ya sexual preference, we question, like you on the cover of essence,
this new-dude-testin? he betta, re-view-lessons,
cause goin against me, only leads-to-heaven,
or hell
my presence itself, thats a threat to ya health,
got my rhymes on ya mind then i betcha ya melt,
and me? ima catcher myself,
pitch me the package ill get masses of wealth,
you half-asleep? we on the creep, and we clappin in stealth
potato on the pistol extra mag on my belt,
the way you talk about dicks, you probably a faggot ya self