Naaaah just pissed-But now I feel refreshed
You nasty.
You nasty.
OnSlaught, sick you just motivated a brotha to put ink to pad. props!
Thanks Hellfish,when I get time I'll be coming back to drop more... Props appreciated
Welcome Shotta good to see you.i walk thru the lion's den like ol buddy in the bible did/
I see a bunch of lames who never seen pussy. C-section rappers.
Have no fear, Shane is Shaping up For the Shutdown.
What needs to be written
for these mc's to see skills in
an e-vil intentioned heathen, with a deeply instilled
un-reason-a-ble, need to just kill
any sheet of looseleaf or any instrumental beat in the stu.
Most want to think I'm dumb,
'cause from the amount of marijuana smoke in my lungs,
it'd be hard to think I won't croke while I'm young.
Nowhere to run, see my, destiny is a sandtrap.
Can't act, like the Best of Me is this rant rap.
Matter of fact, scratch some of that...
Bunches of suckers suffer
from what was said to have been asthma attacks
I planned to have happen; so imagine the back
of a packed Acura compact,
Smashed by a poorly handled, massive Mac truck.
And that's what, the action would be if I went after your neck.
Could you manage to wrestle your life back
from the tight grasp of my hands, just like that?
Well, too bad, because I can.
**Singing Jill Scott**
Hate on me Hater-
I think it funny you wanna fuck this name on the computer
I wouldnt give you no play-so fuck what you say-
Your like a child w/ no gifts on christmas day.
Mad at the world, but w/ jokes you try to hide it-
Want my pussy on your chin? Will that make you be quiet?
You never know who this Puma knows and who she e-runs with-
I dont beef but like like my cramps your starting 2 annoy me.
So now I treat you like my period which is sort of refreshing-
I bleed you on my maxi-pad and discard you in the trash can.
Ahhhh then it back to being fly-
Making more money in a 2 weeks then you will in your life.
I know your type, wish I was your wife-
Want some of this diamond pussy for your lonely nights?
Fantasize about pouring chocolate milk on my body and licking it up-
Want me to call out your name while you try beating it up.
I laugh at you and your lame tactics-
You make me look good pet monkey keep on dancing
Maybe one day mamma will give you some breast milk-
Put this hershey titty in your mouth and make YOU the envy of the club of haters you built.
Your a child to me so here is your lesson to learn-
Mama said stay out the kitchen or your ass will get burned.
Bitch
Olive oil, Cinnamon, French dressing
Niggahs with these wack ass names and keep confessin'
That underneath your surface, you serve a purpose
Homosapiens, but scope out the prefix
No more datin' twins, just hopeless like porn flicks
Amateur shit with a Polaroid camera
Taped to the rug with duct tape
Rainbow muthafuckas can escape
Color-coated punks just lackin' good stamina
You get yours dawg, I ain't mad at cha
Keep it in closed doors, but I'll take all whores
Dancing on poles in Altanta
Fancy cars and cigars, Havana
Yes, the life I live is a blessing
And yours keeps you in the booth like confessions
Mayfield, Curtis, I know you heard this
Superfly niggahs keep stressin'
My women Gypsy, it's alright, tipsy
Fuck it y'all, this is my country
So get it together man, you ain't no pusherman
Stone junkie, and the ladies still love me
What the phuck is ALTANTA?
Welcome to the Lion's Den, Homey...
My bad, ATLANTA. Fixed. Thanks.
Thanx, my brutha.
Hold on, newest arrival, no survival
If crews are left dead, then Fitzwell is liable/
Diabolical, mad man wit a sick pen
alright then, Fitz do dirt like Peanut's Pigpen/
You quit when, Lyrical pressure is provided
nice wit tongue speed ta get ya chick excited/
Murder I write it, intense wordplay on all fronts
Ron Browz spit, you at the window just trying ta jump/
You riding wit punks, I'm riding wit goons, no gun permits
But pistols make livest niggas turn ta hermits/
Reps like respect, niggas earn it in the hardest battles
Fitzwell, I brand tracks like a Cowboy's cattle/
For BGOL,I spit a 16 ta cripple teams
And take ya face off, like you were french kissing hot steam/
and I'm repping for my team like tailgates and face paint
Plus ya career is like that R&B nigga, it's so tanked/
All is well that fitz well
I comma when ending
you are slashed and end in coma
I play with verbal spells
Term's meanings get bendings
Don't think cause he's gone, no fecal aroma...
*winks*
Sniff drunk or drunk lined,
I'm up two
Maybe five
I'm six inside
possibly nine
At seven I did arrive
or maybe one
I laugh at you
or maybe inside
I think for crime
or maybe to survive
I'm still alive
or maybe only feel grown...
I see you newb...
Keep doing you...
The name of the game to is remain...*smirks*
Oh, oh, o-o-o-..O really?
Dudes is spittin now all willy nilly?
I aint feelin' none of y'all i'm numb and it's chilly
Silly.
But on the contrilly
Ima bout to street-sweep da Freewayz
And i aint talking 'bout Philly (ya feel me?)
You bitches is wack, i'm naturally black
Fade bitches
Y'all scribblers to get da fluck to da back
Courtesy of a few clips
I alone posses the original Blue Prints
I blew printz with the tip of my pen
I do it now, I did it then
Depend - ing on the theme the flow you already know
Keep barz bent diss-olve y'all niccaz
Like a theta solvent
Fuck all of y'all niccaz
Respect it
I'm liquid, wickid, Like Emmanuel Etto I kick it
Inter Milan
Enter me lawn and get mowed
I chop trespassers up
Cop shellz n clap y'all up
Applaudes
So what, I instigate to exacerbate the thread
Shit it's been dead
You rather we spit haiku instead? (smh)
Y'all rhyming soft like a Peabo Bryson ballad
Just a bunch of letters n shit tossed around
Word salad
And toasted bread
Croûton under pressure fold like futtons
Eat y'all up
I'm a glû-tton
Volcanic flow's hotter than lava
The fluids that navigate my veins it don't matter
I don't even gotta flow deep like a venecava
Oh, oh, o-o-o-..O really?
Dudes is spittin now all willy nilly?
I aint feelin' none of y'all i'm numb and it's chilly
Silly.
But on the contrilly
Ima bout to street-sweep da Freewayz
And i aint talking 'bout Philly (ya feel me?)
You bitches is wack, i'm naturally black
Fade bitches
Y'all scribblers to get da fluck to da back
Courtesy of a few clips
I alone posses the original Blue Prints
I blew printz with the tip of my pen
I do it now, I did it then
Depend - ing on the theme the flow you already know
Keep barz bent diss-olve y'all niccaz
Like a theta solvent
Fuck all of y'all niccaz
Respect it
I'm liquid, wickid, Like Emmanuel Etto I kick it
Inter Milan
Enter me lawn and get mowed
I chop trespassers up
Cop shellz n clap y'all up
Applaudes
So what, I instigate to exacerbate the thread
Shit it's been dead
You rather we spit haiku instead? (smh)
Y'all rhyming soft like a Peabo Bryson ballad
Just a bunch of letters n shit tossed around
Word salad
And toasted bread
Croûton under pressure fold like futtons
Eat y'all up
I'm a glû-tton
Volcanic flow's hotter than lava
The fluids that navigate my veins it don't matter
I don't even gotta flow deep like a venecava
Yeah M-C-G, and the rest is too bland
Hand-outs, welfare lines and contraband
Sellouts feelin' the lies, piranha land
Eatin' yo' shit up faster than light-nand (lightning)
Pronounced quite different, yet it's lifted
Up, so go and grab yo' Starbucks cup
Of coffee, so softly, I reign
Costly, don't force me to bang
M-16, them thrifty, scoped out
H-15, residentally, you pout
Found your address, I see how you stress
Fell apart like some cheap ass shoes from Payless
Mace, Cinnamon, Ginger damnYeah M-C-G, and the rest is too bland
Keep the fire burning
like Jamican celebrations
You can't be mad at the lion
woops the daniel
the OWL still make it do what it do...
but fuck him too
Mac with the quick quips!
ease back mister pm pimp,
let me breath sparks on wax dripped
I rearrange like wave forms
what I got a brain for
if I can't avoid the danger of deranged swarms?
Never forget teammanship
We bring them this
so they bring men hips
more unscreened,"damn she got tits!!"
lol
or what the hell
but more mental exploring as well
what the fuck is S-O-L
without a scientific thread?
sean fall back
do a 69 with a cannibal on crack
interactions start when actions allow entrances
we soft on the ladies, go hard on the gentlemens...
the only game in town can't be misogyny...
They say death comes in threes
In that case owl, sean69 and HW rip
armed with fortified verses
built like a fortress
words penetrating deeper than an abyss
baptized by hell's misfits
3 motherfuckers gonna make me turn this thread into a crypt
i am raw and extremely explicit
the most prolific writer of the 21st century
you could neva be me
you dolittle like Eddie Murphy.
Like the Mafia and the towers falling
I will never forget
Like fucking a stripper without a condom
You will forever regret
Just so everybody knows
I am the Don, Imus-t, expose you nappy headed hos
No apologies, apostrophes, semi-colons or asterix
I spit ambidextrous hysteric heuristics
I write where I left off, i'm gifted
I know you slow muhfuckas missed it
Anyway, let me get at this nitwit
Devour McGuyver-ronni-and-cheesy verses
Toss in his corny punchlines with some arugula
Dude's checkin' the net for my pics now?
Looks like we got us here a "Man Googler"
OJ SIMPson, Captain PM-pin'
Got outed, lurked for a minute on stealth
Dude, your reputation of both side easily speaks for itself
Lest I elaborate and exacerbate the situation
I'll let you marinate on that shit you ate son
POP LOCK AND TWIST YA ARMS OFF BITCH
No, Awards for the charmin roll spit
I Whack fleas, you crap out
I stand front center
you just feeling shitty taking the back route
Let your soul free, swallow ya pride
before the verbs take action
make you lie and say your girlfriend died!
Return of the bipolar, Guy SOLAR
but night creeper
the lines nod heads getting deeper
like dollar rolls of that china glow
or that liquid x...please drain slow...
ear drums beat numb by the pace of the street tops
while the ocular sits on top of the golden plate locked
Mister my words ain't work safe
My thoughts can't be contained by deep space
I'm living on both sides of that coiling wave
I coil and wade
then lie and wait
I suggest you fall and pray
can't you here them calling,"it's all in vain"
bake ya brain and feed it to my ghoulish pack of foolish cats
have ya neighbors tripping...yeah, dude is back...
My Dawg
Aight check it
I've drawn so much blood in these threads you would swear I was dracula
spit so hot I'm known as he who breathes fire
Got MC's begging me to retire
My avatar is a panther cause I go for the jugular
so smooth nigga i don't glide I hoover
I'm on that level that god's maker calls me brother
I'm bout to call in a favor
ask him who created you so I could slap the shit out that nigga
hot in here aint it thats the heat from a real hot spitta
Your ghoulish cats just catapulted my body count to 6 figgas
got everyone thanking me cause most of em were kevin federline type rappers
Some real wannabe marshall Mathers, nut hugger, type motherfuckers
damn bro you don't know no real brothers?
You can't expect to win this race moving at a snails pace
I think its time you exit the stage
pull a mace and turn to saving grace
before you go out in a blazin haze
and i aint talking bout that shit you smoking