(Login LiLbeans) Forum Owner Posted Dec 13, 2005 2:52 PM
beanz spits
check this faggot named ciggz, he beggin to die//
im da type to cut off ya thigh n stabe ya legs in ya eye//eell
dis battle isnt fair, cuz all it takes is a light n a marboro to leave ciggz in the air//(ciggz smoke)
hell no we comepare, like brain dalwkins battle for positions wit d-back david ware//(no comparison)
niggas its real here,i smoke 20 of dro, n the only things u rollins is ya wheel chair//(get it)
i throw bombs like dicks fort, why battle? when i can kill ya family by steppin on a box of newports//(daym)
u throw up peebles while i be spitin bolders so heavy when they hit- its throw out my sholders//
im colder then this fuck wack,check it, nuttin on the mic they way u bust back//
dis not hangin wit me, my dicks 9 inchs his like kyle korver only making a 3//LoL
hommie im ya cerear,like a magician after this battle ya best bets to dissapear//
sorry to have to diss-a-queer, but crazy ya'll put me in the ring wit fag of the year//
usaully fags like u come in a pair, one sucking a dick the otha brainin his hair//
niggas sleep on ya verse, dat aint takin a nap, shit u wime as well call me kobe the way im rapin dis cat/whoaaa
hommie ya best bet its to chill, wit this rap shit u not touchin me even if u copin a feal//FAgit ass nigga
CIGGZ SPITZ
Call me ciggz cause I'll kill ya then smoke yo remainz.
Machette blade a swingin and claimin the head of beanz.
i play wit gunz fo fun wile you cryin to your mom
cuz i got that n9ne and under my seat's the sawed off
me and my boyz are creepin while your punk ass's asleep
im husltin and dealin while you cuddled up in your sheets
nigga we got those pumps, a.k's, glocks and uzi's
if ya dont believe me i'll give a call to the infamous flint breeze
with these two 45's i'll have your ass tossed to a ditch
what r u dumb nigga you know i rock wit a hatchet
then when i get to thug mansion...
im gon send down a bolt of lightnin and strike your casket
when i was hulsin to get my paper
you were born a rich nigga thinkin u can be hatin.
Bustin matics and crashin bats to yo blind spot.
Lyrically intelligent niggaz refer to me az einstein.
So put the mic down bitch I'm sent to harass.
I chow down beanz then let the fumes pour out my ass.
