Chupa mi Verga Tu Puta Mi erra extinguish your flame I dont feel a thing Im so damn insane and untame estes no pinche game Mujer Aorita in your derry air compare comprar tu sabes Who the F I R Sent from my iPad using Grasscity Forum
Yeah, maybe you should've stayed there before you're getting laid bare. Yeah u gotta go through me first bro, I'm the one that made all these fakes lose hope. Sure u want the smoke?
Did those convicts stuck up your ahole? Did you scream and pray you'd end up with a halo? You're way off your game, even Numero Uno's better than you so stay in your lane.
My lane? Son I'm driving drunk with my lights off Knockin' rappers down as I'm runnin' over pylons Wheel in the left hand, your bitches hair in my right one Wait that wasnt a bitch, NumeroUno just looked like one You couldn't kick it in my dojo Fuck NumeroUno y'all are both pinche jotos Culo Grande, you like to sip lattes Order another frappe and talk about your bad day Rap game derelict, stackin' like Meryl Lynch You share a sleeping bag, NumeroUno is a pair of Twix MrStoneys the other half, Numero runs the bubblebath Stoney whipes the rubber mat Hes ready for another match Numero has an outfit, hes dressed as a lumber jack Proceeds to raw dog, Stoneys askin wheres the rubber at? It just broke inside him, a reminder of flash backs his mother has About when he was conceived, the gang rape treatment received Gave him reason to be, another faggot pleading to me I been beating MC's, youve been, eating their skeet All you'll, beat is your feet So you leave in defeat And its like that
You a prison bitch, so obvious you rap like a snitch I'll have you wrapped in a ditch, 2 chains on your wrist The only home you belong, is the one you pay for with wrongs My boys snap you back like a thong, you smash like a bong Your name should be cringe, you gotta suck it to win and before you begin, it goes in the bin. Kid.
When I'm blazin I get mistaken as an Asian Jamaican - a god particle creation thats constantly changing, gravity's alien im long gone banging Bella Donna, hella proper - seventys psychedelic doctor have ya top spinning like a helicopters I'm no g force but I put the pressure on yas, the streets talk I represent the elements of the offers from the president to the peasants nothing can stop us give ya the meanest expression you even seen, control the approaching storm like a weather machine - bet you wish you were on an even level approaching this, you smoke spliffs with a bic and a roach clip I smoke pounds around the city and the popo don't notice I been smoking so long I forgot what sober is.
looks like we ain't battling no mo', these blades is lost as fuck tryna find their way through life and through the forums, maybe make a buck but prolly not; apologize for my pessimism but how you gonna catch up, win the race, with all your homies snitchin'? kinda hard running down the streets with some dead weight thats why me and all my partners carry switchblades when we operate cuttin' ties or cuttin' lives, we only see the dollar signs until the end comes to swallow us and we regret our entire lives but that's off in the distance, all my demons got me blinded my flow is elementary, but I ain't even signed yet treat a label like my sugar momma, use it just to cut my check before you get the chance to kill me, shoot myself in the fuckin' chest
I'm The true Blade, sword swings often like Wes Snipes Quick to kill for money like sonic spikes, Demonic sites, Dank getting smoked tonight if the options right This apostle might strike with colossal might I grab the pen and teller its about to be magic You say you got drip, to me the water be stagnant The damage is done by the big bar bandit You get the L bro drop like randy macho man savage I win the race by a landslide, doesnt matter the road block My president is orange and he rocking a toad cock Time is of the essence and im rocking a gold watch Shoot yourself in the chest, ya still getting your dome blown off
The hell did I just read best go back to hittin' weed, these battles are lacking in skill and not providing thrill, I'd rather eat some ground trees, retards could rap better geez, Seen a stick of butter do better sorry I just kinda studder I'd get her a lot wetter, I always talk about a woman that's the plan
I burn rasta weed, you burn garden leaves, that last line got me laughing so hard I partly peed - you rappers are mad gay n need a reality check, I get paid to casually wreck and have casual sex.
I'm a steak, You rappers spam. Moving grams outta ounce. Bitches see ya they bounce. Never even see a damn bow Cuz you ho, already know. Can't even flow, bend over touch ya toes. You my ho. You already know. Better bring me my bucks, Fo it cum untucked, Then you fucked. Ya you already know.
Ive brought this thread back so many times i should open up a quilt store, Got some jewelry on, some thugs would probably kill for These words coming big like they written on a billboard These kids dead before they even breath, thats a stillborn
I admit I have been out the game. Just stayin in my lane. I've been riding out the urge to kill all these lames. I guess I'm just insane. Or maybe my gut's right and I just refuse to change.
MrStoney you just conveniently dodged that verse I smoked you and your boyfriend in. Lol I'm a Savage get at me.
No longer itsreneeyo, but I still got the same flow No sacreligious schism cause a bitch like to lay low, feeling reminiscent, been a few years on this shit grew up a little bit, left here, I called it quits all the same lame fucks still twiddling their dicks Snakes sliding in the grass, Tryna bite on my shit Put on my boots made for walking and stomp on a bitch.
@Mvndanke That's Pretty Good Girl Friend I like it. I Wish I Could do that Rhymes really good but it Take me forever to Come out with them lol. ~Toni~