September 18 2004 at 1:17 PM No score for this post
(Login Originalman) from IP address 66.161.176.214
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TEDDI BEE, DOG U AIN'T RHYMIN
TALKIN ALL THAT FAG SHIT I THINK U FRUITIER THAN SIEMON
YEAH THAT PUNK FROM AMERICAN IDOL,
CLAIMIN THERES NO COMPETION, NIGGA I HOLD THE TITLE
HOW YOUR LIL WEAK ASS GOING TO TRY TO CLOWN,
LIKE I PROVE TO THE REST THIS BOARD, NOBODY CAN FUCK AROUND.
U PROLLY BE LIKE THE REST, AND DON'T RESPOND TO MY VERSE.
I DON'T BLAME U DOG, U BE BETTER OFF STUCK WIT A CURSE.
I COME TO DESTROY YOUR IMAGINARY CAREER, WHEN U READ THIS U GOING TO BE FROZE LIKE A HEADLIGHT SHINNING AT A DEER.
I AIN'T GOING TO SPAZZ OUT ON YA JOE, DON'T WANNA SCARE YA JUST RESPOND I GIVE U REALL ASS KICKIN!
D-loc AkA Da Gravedigga
4 Corner Hustler
If u Ain't Solid Don't holla it!!
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you hold the title that last verse worse than first.I'm takin ya title,crown too.you the best nigga please you a bitch like the rest.a freestyle groupie thats all on my dick,shit back the fuck up, i'll give you a lick. That's it put your tongue and lips to my shit,dirty as trick.you the 4corner hustler,hustlin what,ya soul,girl,moms,sisters cause they some hoes,suckin dick and curlin toes.and before you go leave my money on the table by the back door.
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Come on trurh.You suppose to that NIGGA,"BRING YA PUNK ASS TO THE BOARD"."HAS ANYBODY HEARD FROM THAT BITCH TRUTH?!! To quote T.I
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WANNA KNOW WHERE I BEEN CHILLIN GETTIN MY REST.
I REALLY DON'T WANNA REPLY, CAUSE U MAKE ME SPIT FAR FROM MY BEST
I'M HERE TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST, TEDDI BEE I'LL LYRICALLY MURDER YA AND DIG U GRAVE LIKE THE REST. TRYING TO BATTLE ME WIT YOUR FUNNY STYLE,
CLAIMIN I'M THE WORST, HOW? CAUSE THAT WEAK SHIT DON'T IMPRESS ME
AND U THINK THAT WEAK VERSE GOING TO STRESS ME? YOUR JUST ANOTHER VICTIM
OF MY DEADLY VENOM IT LEAVE U SICK WIT NO CURE, BETTER JUST CLOSE THE DOOR,
FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO BATTLE, CAUSE I ROUNDIN COMPETION UP LIKE CATTLE.
I SPIT HOT LINES, WHILE U JUST BABBLE ABOUT B.I.G & PAC WATCH WHAT U SAY BEFORE U IN UP SHOT, LIKE THEM. YOU RUN WIT BOYS I RUN MEN QUICK TO DO OPPISTION IN.
TEDDI BEE OR SHOULD I SAY TEDDY BEAR SOFT AND CUDDLY BUT CHILL OUT CAUSE ITS ABOUT TO GET UGLLLLY! U SAY YOU FROM A-TOWN, SO ITS ONLY APPROPEITE TO GET A-TOWN STOMPED, BEFORE IT ALL FINISH I RAN OFF THE BOARD U LIL PUNK!!!
D-loc AkA Da Gravedigga
4 Corner Hustler
If u Ain't Solid Don't holla it!!
E.T.G
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Ya finally to show ya face nigga please you a disgrace,ya worst is ya best,as far as i go yeah you needed the rest cause I was kickin ya ass all over this board,and all ya sreet creed and awards they takin the back,they see that you wasn't real,that was wack,I spit lines so hard cause to have a asthma attack,and ya boy boy hassan lyrically rapin him was serious fun,I told ya'll before,ya'll fuckin with a don,and now that I'm done holla at me when you really get ya weight up.
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I'm your worst nightmare so beware
just tell me when the fuck you wanna battle and I'll be right there
Cuz I treat these emcee's like stupid dirty bitches
and smack them in the lip untel they need thirty stiches
Can you see the perfect pictures that I painted
And imagine all of the emcee's my lyrics tainted
Y'all really hate it but wait let me explain it
My name is satin and I'm contemplatin your fate bitch
You fake tricks really need to grow up
I'm sick enough to make you throw up and I'm about to blow up
I'd schedule a time to battle but you would neva show up
So I'll meet you at your house and blow your front do' up
You should probably just be quiet and keep your teeth shut
I drink from a pimp glass while your sippin a tea cup
I fuck a freak slut so hard she starts screamin
Then I fill her mouth with seamen and tell her to start drinkin
ya'll need to start thinkin of ways you can get cheddar
Because right now you can't rap and you'll probably never get better
I spit flames bitch you can call me a dragon
The best rapper on the planet but damnit I'm not braggin
When it comes to freestylin I bust with no hesitation
You be takin orders while I'm the one regulatin
death is your destination you'll be in a casket soon
I'm strong enough to snap your back in two like a plastic spoon
Lyrical death is a drastic doom about to become your reality
My rhymes can give the happpiest person on earth a suicidal mentality
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