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01-25-2013, 10:20 PM
10-27-2004
MCFrEEk
Like Saddam I drop lyrical bombs/
I leave you ripped and in flames like the Effects of Napalm/
Bitch must be lyrically impaired, Im a scientist like anyone cared/
My equation is me equals three mc's squared/
I'll come spittin masked like a vandal/
And leave you under more suspiscion then the 9/11 scandal/
I've got more Philosphies the Socrates/
They should call me the LAPD cause I fuck up MC's/
You're more avoided then Police Stations/
Wack ass MC harder to get rid of then Lice Infestations
susurro
Kid-your lines give me an eye sore, like they were written in neon...
I'll rape this wack ass bitch and call it "gettin my freek on"...
Must be obsessed with astrology, cuz you're always seein stars...
it'll be like drunks callin it a night the way you'll stagger from my bars...
You're quotin Jim Morrison, and like his fate, you're the next in line...
crack your head open on a roulette table and watch you "bet with your mind"...
Like infants taggin along with bikers, you were born to ride...(dick ride)
come with blows at my ribs-you still couldn't be a "thorn in my side"...
This freak's got no hopes of any guidance, like he was a foster kid...
you couldn't have heavyweight status even with Biggy in your sig...
pz
MCFrEEk
Like Saddam I drop lyrical bombs/
I leave you ripped and in flames like the Effects of Napalm/
Bitch must be lyrically impaired, Im a scientist like anyone cared/
My equation is me equals three mc's squared/
I'll come spittin masked like a vandal/
And leave you under more suspiscion then the 9/11 scandal/
I've got more Philosphies the Socrates/
They should call me the LAPD cause I fuck up MC's/
You're more avoided then Police Stations/
Wack ass MC harder to get rid of then Lice Infestations
susurro
Kid-your lines give me an eye sore, like they were written in neon...
I'll rape this wack ass bitch and call it "gettin my freek on"...
Must be obsessed with astrology, cuz you're always seein stars...
it'll be like drunks callin it a night the way you'll stagger from my bars...
You're quotin Jim Morrison, and like his fate, you're the next in line...
crack your head open on a roulette table and watch you "bet with your mind"...
Like infants taggin along with bikers, you were born to ride...(dick ride)
come with blows at my ribs-you still couldn't be a "thorn in my side"...
This freak's got no hopes of any guidance, like he was a foster kid...
you couldn't have heavyweight status even with Biggy in your sig...
pz