December 10 2004 at 9:19 AM No score for this post
LIL C (no login) from IP address 64.12.116.132
Your complete withdrawal from MC territory is mandatory/ If you don't, your life will be history/ your rhymes are sorry, and your beats are even waker/ If you don't boune I'm going to sak you like a Green Bay Paker/ I ain't no raker, just ause I'm white don't mean I an't spit rhymes/ In the future I'll be known as the greatest of all time/ I smoke a dime before everyone of my shows/ I smoke a bowl before I write everyone of my flows/ All yall know that I'm the playa hata slaya/ I'm a jump on your head like I'm soni spinning on sega/ I'm the alpha and the omega, I've got the ill rap sti/ If you think your rhymes are tighter we'll have a lyrial one D/ we'll pound a forty, tap the bottle twist the ap/ then we'll rown me the king of all this world of rap/ everybody lap, and throw your hands up there/ you better swallow your pride if you wanna keep swallowing air/ don't even dare, try to hallenge this lyrial samurai/ slaying wak MC's made me riher than Brunei/ If you don't wanna die, you'll get down on your knees too/ I'll slay the first born of your entire wak MC rew
To Ike who think their rhymes is hot/ I'm here to tell you oh know they're not/ It's the mother fuking time to stats the fats/ yo, all your shit is wak
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Listen prick listen, you'se a clown wit no territory/
you jump bad at me, nigga i will bury your glory/
ya thug stories are a waste, ya whole style's a disgrace/
i place the ace to ya waist and blow off ya whole base/
i don't battle niggas or bitches, my style is too viscious/
im the sickest of the sickest, check my physical fitness/
you heard Hype, i'll eat you wit the least bit of effort/
and carry Vcr hammers, load in bullets then eject it/
and i don't even know you, whats a playa hata slaya/
F talking i get to sparking and spray at every layer/
you'll look like a picture when i shatter ya frame/
you not the baddest, but its a habit, you casually lame/
i aint spitting im talking you, you'se a chump/
you'll think i got a flat tire the w ay i use the pump/
you crown as a king, thats hilarious, you're kindding/
only thing that you'll be saying is, stop Ike you killing me/
everbody feeling me, my whips like Ewuing/
and i can't describe that piece of bullshit that you in/
boy, what is you doin, why you calling me out/
i'll stunt on ya face and show you what a baller about/
could care less if you white or black, i'll beat ya brakes off/
it'll be like the movie, the fifth'll take ya face off/
i don;t make friends my niggas about money son/
out of all the jokes i've seen you'se got to be the funniest one
Dumb Fuck
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