trap.
01-25-2013, 07:01 PM
08-16-2004
timevirus
i let my skills do the talking, no need to whine to win,
but Wasta's bound to bitch - like a fraternal siamese twin
your friends are loyal with their decisions of who to defend
long as ur bent over, they'll always give it to u in the end
u ain't half as amazin, ur slippin on the path that i'm blazin
your punches Neverland.. like the Ranch u were raised in!
try ya best to stir up a hurricane, i'll just laugh & torture ya
Charlie don't just suck - he went South & blew half of Florida!
at least u battle bravely, against cerebral palsy & Turret's
since u are what u eat - Wasta's about as ballsy as it gets!
u never hit the studio.. 'cept to strip, spread, & strike a pose
ur an easy Target - like the store ya mother buys your clothes
i love reminding u that i've raped u twice & smashed on ya
now ur anus can pass for exhaust pipes of Asian cats' Hondas
but i give credit where it's due, u ain't just another clone
your style's a unique mix.. of everyone else's but your own
Wasta
It aint a game no more nigga..
i said id kill ya seed, which shows not to fuck with me,
but on second thoughts, buryin that'd prolly grow to an ugly tree
its 2-1 to you, but im gonna win this time, and u know it
after this, the score'll be a tu-tu, like your favorite item of clothin
i don't care if u been respected, im still defeatin ya, hoe
funny u think ur a livin legend, n' after this u'll be neither of those
you aint a gangsta nigga, u dont cut rocks to get chedder
only ink u had on ya chest came from a broken pocket protector
fuck usin clips and triggers, i'll only hook my fists to hit ya
ill give so many knuckle sandwiches, it'll be look like a picnic nigga
dude licks diseased pussy cause he dun' fuck no hoes..
eatin down in the dirty south, like when young buck goes home
Ya cant rap on stage, where facin me's like facin a whirlwind
fag, you only get a bitch poppin when fuckin ya inflatable girlfriend
ya shits unsuitable, so watch ya back, clips'll shoot at you
cause buryin you is always a no-brainer, like egyptian funerals
..You just got it hard..
timevirus
i let my skills do the talking, no need to whine to win,
but Wasta's bound to bitch - like a fraternal siamese twin
your friends are loyal with their decisions of who to defend
long as ur bent over, they'll always give it to u in the end
u ain't half as amazin, ur slippin on the path that i'm blazin
your punches Neverland.. like the Ranch u were raised in!
try ya best to stir up a hurricane, i'll just laugh & torture ya
Charlie don't just suck - he went South & blew half of Florida!
at least u battle bravely, against cerebral palsy & Turret's
since u are what u eat - Wasta's about as ballsy as it gets!
u never hit the studio.. 'cept to strip, spread, & strike a pose
ur an easy Target - like the store ya mother buys your clothes
i love reminding u that i've raped u twice & smashed on ya
now ur anus can pass for exhaust pipes of Asian cats' Hondas
but i give credit where it's due, u ain't just another clone
your style's a unique mix.. of everyone else's but your own
Wasta
It aint a game no more nigga..
i said id kill ya seed, which shows not to fuck with me,
but on second thoughts, buryin that'd prolly grow to an ugly tree
its 2-1 to you, but im gonna win this time, and u know it
after this, the score'll be a tu-tu, like your favorite item of clothin
i don't care if u been respected, im still defeatin ya, hoe
funny u think ur a livin legend, n' after this u'll be neither of those
you aint a gangsta nigga, u dont cut rocks to get chedder
only ink u had on ya chest came from a broken pocket protector
fuck usin clips and triggers, i'll only hook my fists to hit ya
ill give so many knuckle sandwiches, it'll be look like a picnic nigga
dude licks diseased pussy cause he dun' fuck no hoes..
eatin down in the dirty south, like when young buck goes home
Ya cant rap on stage, where facin me's like facin a whirlwind
fag, you only get a bitch poppin when fuckin ya inflatable girlfriend
ya shits unsuitable, so watch ya back, clips'll shoot at you
cause buryin you is always a no-brainer, like egyptian funerals
..You just got it hard..