i've known 3 people to die from oc's. two of them were actually decent and cool people. i just generally don't buy them unless they're stupid cheap and i can get a lot of bread. oc's pretty much mean "ima pas out in 2 hours" anyway. i have control problems. NAH SON I FUCKIN HATE YOU AN THIS SHIT IS REAL what strain were those plants? def sativa'd out. i'm growing some jack flash right now ;x on the low low. ripening D: i gotta do some shit round the house real quick but im gonna respond dylan. be back in 30ish maybe.
Bitch please, you aint a g or a pimp, youll never squeeze tits Youll never get laid cuz not even French chicks wanna Bon Apetit dick Your rhymes weak, my punches land square right in ya face Leave you swolled up so bad, try to read your lips ya gotta turn the page Im a real pimp, fuckin bitchs til their pussys scorchin You got a lot of miss's tho, like misconception and misfortune How old are you fox? Still livin with moms and usin her whip and shit But when you ask "can i use the karma?" she thinks "wtf i do to deserve this!" Your fat and lazy, dont even try to lose weight or go an a diet Naval so big it could take out a group of somalian pirates Learn your anatomy and youll see im causin you real harm The only humerus thing bout yous gone when i rip off your arm
I don't keep a girl so you can keep your tool before i lose my cool and you're found in a local swimming pool you feel me fool? I'll gut you open like an illegal mule and leave you for the news to view battles i pick and choose because i like to cruise so watch your move unless you wanna make headline news i like drowning my sorrows in booze i smoke and snooze until my problems are next to few Mc's i just pick and chew and any crew i hand remove until they are through so let know if you wanna go for 0 for two?
i aint homophobic man ur just too gay i just cant stand ur massive demand for tube steak u too lame to ever make moves on a song ur usin my style an even still ur doin it wrong ur stupid an off, ur bitch hits my dick like a bong i hit her in the stomach, white dragon, spittin the cum i took a picture of the bitch so i could send u just one the other picture went to hustler an they print it this month eh.
Lets see what you got. You the only person who needs to step their 'game up' 'blames up', you a nobody tryin to get their 'fame up' recording rapper? you just work out of ya moms 'basement' 'face-it', if i threw a dildo down a hall you'd probably try and 'chase-it' Im just tryin to 'inform', if you step up, imma bring the 'storm' Flood you out quick, like the cool guy you 'tryin to be' this bitch is 'cryin to me' "im 'tryin to see' 'which' fake 'bitch' i wanna 'be' " see the 'News-flash'? you'll 'lose-fast' it aint hard to 'tell' you couldn't 'sell' that fake act if you threw in an ounce as 'well' That should be enough, have fun.
Well I dont rap battle I just freestyle I rolled a philly and smoked it This fuckin thread took awhile And yep Im from dat H And yes we do sip plenty I kno Im da fuckin ace Bitch dey say I smell shitty...HOE But no pampers tho
if ya don't see my syntax, it seems ya just skim raps i bleed lyrics and feed on grammar, vocab and prim chat i'm a grim cat to cross in a battle this is certain, boss here says to toss the fuckin curtains even backstage my spoken speech leave ya hurtin percieve this verse-and get back to me first-thing believe i'd be cursin without premise if i continue so drop some words and first then i'll press the gun-in-you
See my flow and ur flow could never get along Cuz ur da type to get played and smoke to a sad song But really I do feel bad for you,in dat pink sweater, behind dat keyboard all alone I bet u wana b stan to my eminem send me a letter and wait by da fone But we all know how dis story ends off da bridge and into da water Though it started with me in ur moms pants well shit i jus might b ur father
why the fuck does everyone rap like theyre the best show me ur breasts, im hugh hefner yall my guests may u rest in pieces, naked, with ur legs wide open eat yo pussy til ya raw and i aint jokin on my dick ur chokin, pukin up dinner i just watched ur moms tummy get a little bit thinner shit shes just a beginner, howd she have u? "it was an accident i swear, he came out in my poo!" now thats kinda weird, isnt it odd? i threw a shovel at to mother and backed over her with my quad heard her spinal cord crackin but i kept attackin ran to grab the hatchet so i could keep up the hackin then the drugs wore down, so i started to come down i realized i murdered ur mother in her wedding gown shit
Wheels spin around, I got kill by the pound If I turn up my sound, then it drown out the town I'm thoed with the flow, I can clown with the nines Blow green to the ceiling, come down to the ground Is everybody thoed, or is it just me I'm as fly as the sky, hell yeah I must be Keeping G bundles, that's my mindframe Karats in my chain, if you thinking I'm lame
Pssh yall aint shiit cha cant spit talk back get cho head split shit on a stick give my wrist a flick, send the shit flyin through the air lands in your hair look at chu wit cho dumb blank stare cant believe what just happened all you hear next is yo neck snappin then I start fappin bust ma nut in yo eye, make you go blind rub in the slime howdya like my rhyme? Wo0t
If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring That's just for assuming, Kmoney can't throw the up Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler Gun to me and my brother, make *****z adjust the Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it
I don kno y dese boys wana talk slick Cuz da only hard thing u do is ride my dick And all dese fukin sex rhymes gaves me krabs Yall bullshittin so kmoney the crowns up for grabs And Im on dat shyt lik a Shaq rebound Yall say yall kill, but victims don make a sound Cuz I come around ya corner wit a chopper clip hundred round Watchin ya whole click fill wit lead and shells hitn da ground Run up, get dun up cuz in houston we don hesitate Its either b me or suck my dick an im hard to imitate
well this actual rapper recording, wants to call us boring but prob wont do a verse himself till morning? so many DROPS this motherfucker must think its POURING hell prolly claim hes touring, on a 747 soaring but this dude aint eatin i hear his stomach roaring grumbling, now wen he goes to spit hes stumbling, fumbling his words he cant even remember his writtens, good ridenns, hes left smitten, dazed and confused no im sure hes got no more issues, or i hope my name he wont missuse cuz i rele dont wanna diss u, since im only typing, and you in a booth writing, but i think he just an actor surrounded by makeup and lighting and im making noise like thunder and lightning, im amazing as a big foot sighting im doing this nightly, cuz aint no body as nice as me ill take a faggot outta his nikes if he tired to spite me, i wont do the right thing like spike lee u better recognize i aint playing this summer, im a Stone Cold Stunner give ya ass 3 16's, know what i mean? i'm gassin them better grab ya canteen cuz imma start to put yall on the HOT seat so step foward if u got beef, but they gunna go runnin like the sheep of Lil Bo Peep thats deeep, now i got his ass wishin he could go back to last week
Nikka what? you muss be playin laughin as im readin, what you sayin got hate on me now cuz you know im a star preachin to your high school " you can always go far" you try to stand next to me but you aint got the heart im finished with you, slam you, you didnt get to start so you think you gonna slaughter me? but you dont possess the talent Im Bill Gates wealthy bitch, you got the debt of Woody Allen im smokin nuttin but the finest, while you mockin "Do your chickens have large talons?" Im Brad Pitt famous on GC, while you hold the fame of Jimmy Fallon You take a shot of Vodka, im downing Bud by the gallon got a swagger like no other, have the bitches on C dub your girl dont suck your dick, cuz she is givin me the love when I go to bed tonight, I thank the big man up above Bless the poor talent, of the Zilla named Bud
My click is bad, thoed off the dome Sick with the pad, rolling on chrome in the whip or the slab Despicable cash, mouth look like invisible glass And you girl just laugh, at your pitiful ass Can't no one use the same words, and syllables as My little cool ass, jamming a Screw cause I said a little bit too fast I'm skipping through class, flipping through cash With little du-rags I'm a little too bad, I spit at you fags The pistol will blast, at your critical mash You a little too slow, well that's a little too bad On the mic I don't back down, I clap at you whack clowns Bury rappers under the stage, dress the mic in a black gown Get slap and sat down, with verbs and fast nouns No gat to be found, when the FEDs searching pat down nigggaaaa
u only "gutta" when im guttin ya gut// have u holdin the same spot on ya stomach where ya tuckin ya tux// walkin around wit his thumb in his butt// i'd only "feel ya shit" if we shook hands, not knowin what he does to his stuff// im rugged and rough, i prove it when im punishin chumps// Hip Hop- stop spittin, cuz u FUCKIN IT UP// u course when u rap? ur voice sounds hoarse when u rap// i should prescribe u a lethal overdose of Coricidin STAT// i've had it wit ya frivolous act// talk bout bangin moms when u swimmin wit the snorkel in ass// im born in an ass? im hot shit so the formula adds// take u hostage n put ya corpse in a coffin n dash
***** I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer I'm a ghetto status *****, I'm a stunner I holla at your woman, like ***** you don't want her Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting I usually dump em, I lose 'em and bump em To the curb then swerve, ***** to do this is nothing My game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags I gladly lock the game up, and ***** kiss your ass Goodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is fly I'm stacking doe, but no ***** good try
Bitch ass *****, fuck wit me and like a game ill erase your health I knew of suicide victims that hate this bitch more than life itself! You weak punk, nuthin could prepare ya, because the shit I spit is potent Wait? You got a earring? Nah, its another 'Something About Mary' moment Cant please your bitch either, she came to me starving for sex and hungry for love She ended up sandwiched between me and the bed, with my seed all on her buns See ***** thats how you throw some punches in your versus, try it sometime Even if you were bad mouthin eMC album you couldnt diss a Punchline Your rhymes are a straight dud. and even trying hard you got nothin If anybodys EVER said you was the shit, they must have had Tourettes or somthin...