yo you think u think ya rhymes is tyte/ you betta leave it alone/ im like medussa/ you look at me u turn to stone/ i tear up ya hole physcial and give u the bones/ next time u'll think twice about these lyrics and chrome/ pebbles and tones/ had enough i'll leave you alone/ but look 4 da yellow tape before you step in the zone

cozzmo (this is nothing)

I want u to know that your rhymes are good/i represent the SCG thats my hood/i live in texas but i dont ride a sattle/u probly dont want me to flow so hear is the battle/yo//yo//slit your wrist clean up with a white sheet/im battlin with the guility conscience beat/your a pussy/lookie/dont take it personal man/but your shit so wack it sound like its from candyland/fuck your yellow tape/ill cross it if i want like u shoting nothin but dust when u masterbate/i hate to make this short like your dick/amit it its broke and cant be fixed/im sick like sadama and osam/foamin from the mouth cuz your in so much trama

i want u to know.. that your rhymes aren't good/
and i dont give fuck about ya S-C-G hood/ but dont take it personal i understand...your a rookie/ and rookies need practice like ya mama did wit her coochie/ "slit your wrist" "pussy lookie" what the fuck is this?/oh let me guess.. you wanna be on some EMINEM shit/you sound like a skater boy o'l i'll see you later boy.. you have no skillz.. you need to recongize real..when you see it/a rapper mannnn.. you could never be it/ keep rappin on-line.. so opponets can never hear it/ now i gave you a shot/ now what u gonna do?/your a punk rocker/ ya favorite band is BLINK
1-8-2.

please dont test me i will eat you alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ha ha ha SUCKER!!



cozzmo (this is nothing)

look at these bitches just go back//cuz u fake ass a kobe throwback//and fuck it u know that//think u heavy but u low packed//u get flow trapped//smoked like u blow crack//ha this bitches aint know//hip hop if it hit them in they A hole//a day stroll//no this emcee business is no play role//the only thing hip hop to them is BET//bitches still watchin TRL on MTV//they aint know the real sound//feel underground//this fake thug bitch persona//i already know ya//go toe to toe ta//mad cuz his own dad grope ya//so he goes online to type//an internet gangsta hype//so he writes//his little weak bites//but bitch speak right//they aint no gangsta online//but this bitch got on time//he is a thief cuz he stole lines//from mother gooses rhymes//while mines tru to the core//think he a thug hardcore//but what for//this two is fag galore//ur lines is as though as paulie shore//readin ur lines i slowly bore//they got hip hop and harass this//i spit lines here for practice//cuz in the real u get sickly killed by my ill rhymes//still sit showin desease to please to keep to fill minds//