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trap.
01-25-2013, 10:54 PM
01-10-2005

A knightsoulja in the rainbow army

I peeped ya pic... & I won't even set this up right g,
..couldnt come off the top gettin' head from ya wifey
I'm ahead a' this nigga, jus' teh say it litely,
Even Rich'll vote knight, cuz he stands behind me...
But I'll admitt Rich, You got some dope text dude,
& It must run in the family cuz ya dad looks like a dope head too...
I'm cold wit it, smash ya skull & mawl this bitch
Shoulda never accepted my battle call, shoulda called it quits
But you have an advantage in this fight yur,
Up agaisnt me, I'm up against you & all ya dickriders..
I spit fire, And when I'm rippin' I'll ruin this bitch,
...puttin' Dick down like I do teh them chicks,
Its like ya new teh this shit, Cuz heavens where ya goin', see
I'm so dope wit keys, yull create an alias, just teh vote feh me
I bomb fags, rip Ill niggas when I cough, man,
Rich is sick? yeah, He caught whatever his mom has...
& I'mma lazy dude, I like to be bored and jus rest,
Don't even peep ya rhymes cuz I dont wanna sort out the mess
A cy-borg wit a vest, abnormally flexxed, absorbing ya techs,
^I just copped ya style Rich... And I'm already bored wit ya text

I'll punch you in the mouth so hard that now,
When you goto take a shit yull eat yur asshole out..
I already know ya style its, Its harmless and whack,
So lets see if you can punch me in the mouth harder than that^


Richard Corey

this is a 30 min. ki style, sorry it took so long..


Folks'll cheer when I knock this 'hassle off' his feet with my ion gun
cause there hasn't been a decent knight rider since I was young
and I ain't done; my lyrical powers bust crazy text at this maybe vet
Charge him 50 cents to teach him how to stunt...without a safety net!
Bring my lexicon to Lexington, you wack ass f*ggot let's begin!
I'll stick my dick down your mothers throat to strangle the necks of kin
I'll 'mangle your legs and shins,' you'll be unconscious when you drop down
and you'll be 'out on your ass' like when your moms kicked ya pops out
You can't fuck with Corey ~ Don't come to me frontin' a hot sound
Cause I'll rock your nose like Mahat, clown! ~ but that's another story
I've dropped you before, B! Spitting these fire balls with hennesy ministries
driving railroad spikes through ya forehead cause your memory's rivoting
Dude's blacker than ash; I'll throw you off a cliff, Cos' charcoal thinks he's hot!
Meta runs inkdrinker.net.... and paid me for pictures of souldja on the rocks
There were two punches there I told ya I won't stop, I'm bolder with the drops
and I'll leave you with so many lyrical rounds it'll roll you to a stop!
And you've never held a gun, so... not! You don't want to see me you tyke
Elderly T.V. critics were the only ones that ever felt the 'heat of the knight!'
I'm inconceivable tight! You never have sex...this dude isn't too brilliant
so the only thing not conceivable about you...is your decedents and children!
I'm not joking! This faggot probably needs libido enhancer to bone
a cancerous drone! The last chick he 69'd... didn't even answer the phone!
chicks say his ass won't tap anything without shoes with steel plats attached
and with such a 'small prick' they nick-named him ***tus jack!

so with me and my armed throng will snatch this soldier, with lances all drawn
take a knife and 'push through his fatigues' like Lance Armstrong