(Login infamous_Ike) from IP address 216.218.65.162
This is fun to me man. This kid talking bout he gonna eat my rhymes, i guarantee you son thats too much for you to digest
im the best you'll never be/
i think this nigga better step into the REAL WORLD like he was Heather B/
im tired of fake gangsta chillin in class/
the only time he squeeze pumps is when he filling his gas/
im willing to smash, cock back blast a few/
i dropped out, and still got more class than you/
and these niggas wanna know why my chest stay conjested/
maybe its the ice dangling from my necklace/
you a bitch lets be realistic/
his rhymes were dead until i brought them to existence/
im a sick dude and i live like the president/
this nigga still stuck on human development
Shall i proceed?
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ayo my four bars leave rappers paralyze
have yo momma give me brain until my toes curl like curly-fires
man you definition of garbage
run up and I’ll have your azz feather and tar bitch
Come On Kid Impress Me... Make Me Angry
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I thought u was going burry me fagget, nigga im still breathing
Cannabile nigga… your heart, lungs, kidney is what im eating
I still wanting for your reply, what... is u searching sites for rhymes u can copy and paste?
With a 44. gauge little hommie ill remove your face
I'M WATIEING ASHOLE
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i set my play and start rushing/
im bout to take it to the house wit no discussion/
like i just changed my name to TRICK DADDY/
i got a clip that spit 6 at yo caddy/
and i still got dignity/
and plus i hold fire like the statue of liberty/
i am not to be played wit/
ima spray clips now you need a first aid kit/
talk shit get whipped and stripped for chips/
on the midnight train like GLADYS KNIGHT and the PIPS/
bitches can get it too they get snuffed and raped/
wrap they whole body up in a roll of duck tape/
you leaving the scene wit ya eyes wide shut/
like blood...me and my niggas coming out the cut/
its the y2k N.W.A/
you trouble nigga i'll bring trouble your way/
Inf ike the type that get runk/
cause my pockets looking fatter than a pregnant lady stomach on the 6th month/
and please believe i can draw the heat quicker/
so if you feel like the 29th of february, LEAP NIGGA/
you never met a nigga who so sick/
that even when he sleep his mind be processing some dope shit/
girls even say im the hottestin fact/
i made them start bumping Hip Hop from gospel rap/
i see why they call you Trouble, trouble writing ya rhymes/
the kid Ike is nice enough to resign, make up ya mind
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I don’t known should I take u serious? Are keeping on laughing
Hommie we can get it cracckin, give out beat down to who every u backing
I read only 3 lines right before I decide u suck
When u see a real nigga across the street… u pull up your pants and your shirt u quickly tuck
Don’t wanna fit description of gang banger
Wack rappers, all u can do is infuse my angry
IKE what u known about dissecting dudes with some surgical tools
Trample over your corny azz like a fucking bull
Man I pull your rimbs, then put it on a BBQ grill
And fuck that white slutt… I’ll be nigga that kill Bill
COME ON IKE MAKE ME MADD KID
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fuck it here some mo shit
i got blue bandint... yeah im crip
and IKE yeah he bitch
when i rob his momma, he snitch
running to police throwing fits
Ms Krazy, bring your ass over her hoe, my dick itch
IKE if you aint beliver, then u going be buring in firey pit
ill crack all your bones like there where sticks
he a grown man, but he wear lip-sticks
IKE look like a crack head, he will blow u for a hit
my flow is like a fast ball, yeah it quick
u can say i got disease because im so sick
i cant belive Ike call me a prick?
keep talking shit cuzz, ill slit your wrise
creaturs of nigths rise in the mist
if u looking for IKE mother body, just like stench
Im Out
SEE ME IKE
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Yo seriously im not even wasting my rhymes on this dude.
I mean....it like his style is dumb corney. he can't spell worth of damn, and he just a triple-stack-whack-nigga (a poo put)
So do me a favor, go in ya room and have a long talk with yourself.....then pick up a dictionary and go over every verse you ever posted at any site and get the correct fucking spelling of all the words ya misspelled, aight young
holla
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