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01-26-2013, 04:22 PM
12-18-2001
These kats is from my school, we just crackin on eachother....
M.O.B. (Greg)
A yo im here now so don’t sleep on me/
Im getting horny to add a nigga to my killed list
As horny as when I slipped into yo girls clit
I aint waiten till I get a hounderd post to show this nasty flow
Am laying it down first round so I can just sit back and smoke, took, u know
Ill talk smack but I got shit to back it up/
And I aint talken bout callapen you all up
Im talkin bout leaven you all brain-dead /
Cause of the way my words flow when I spit dis
Aint never seen a newbie come as truly as me
Maken dem fake rappers pis in there sleep
Like Mr.v's mommy, damn that bitch ugly
lil tig (Ray)
i got my gun cocked locked and loaded, tyson dont ur stomach feel bloated/
tyson thinking he slicing and dicing like a kitchen wizard/
cooking for da holidays cutting off turkeys gizzards/
i see u wit a knife now,reading recipes skipping details/
u throwing anything in a pot u can find,not that kind of pot thats a dime/
com on dawg u can do better then that, u just wanna were the chef hat/
u thinking now ur cooking/ he here the sirens now u bookin/
u forgot ur pot and ur bowl, u run bac in and accept the death toll/
u see the cops and grab ur shit, u flip them da bird and say suck my d*ck/
they start chasing u dont the street, u pull out ur gun and say feel my heat/
u remember the thing then u aint got no bullets, so when u in jail ur job is scrubing toilets/
lil tig
Tyson
..:: looks at M.O.B. ::..
M.en O.ver B.itches, your sexual lovers/
foreplay, all 2 inches, your stretchin the rubber!/
had sex with ya mother, where you think you came from?/
your not gettin votes, stop with the jokes, the games done!/
got it sewed up like surgery/
ya'll get showed up with purgery/
MOB? you aint a touch a gun, you grabbed ya snow gloves to murder me/
your job is to blow, my jobs flowin raps/
searched gay in the dictionary, and spotted MOB's photograph/
happy an proud, hair all nappy an out, remove ya torn flows/
you like bad farmers, its been a minute since you got corn ro's/
and them fat white bitches that be givin you food/
i got some news, they slang a dick thats bigger than you/
you in my auto class, thats the reason you been in the hood/
ya album get bit by termites, its gotta be wood/
..:: looks at lil tig ::..
ya teeth... where'd they go? a gerbil got as many as you/
what the fuck is a tig? kid, i think you meant winnie the pooh/
mouth is drippin a flu, every thing i spit is sickness/
you kids get split quick, you cant rap at all/
get off the court dickryder! yo put my testes in a bucket... tryna basket-ball/
lol.. fuck this bullshit... ya'll my boys, but...
MOB gets mobbed and gets his wallet stole/
fake thug, ya gel pens the only thing thats solid gold/
watch and see if ray gets a vote/
cause at least gregs allowed to say "yo"... you the gayest of both/
Sorry I had to get low-down-and-dirty boys..
first to 3...
These kats is from my school, we just crackin on eachother....
M.O.B. (Greg)
A yo im here now so don’t sleep on me/
Im getting horny to add a nigga to my killed list
As horny as when I slipped into yo girls clit
I aint waiten till I get a hounderd post to show this nasty flow
Am laying it down first round so I can just sit back and smoke, took, u know
Ill talk smack but I got shit to back it up/
And I aint talken bout callapen you all up
Im talkin bout leaven you all brain-dead /
Cause of the way my words flow when I spit dis
Aint never seen a newbie come as truly as me
Maken dem fake rappers pis in there sleep
Like Mr.v's mommy, damn that bitch ugly
lil tig (Ray)
i got my gun cocked locked and loaded, tyson dont ur stomach feel bloated/
tyson thinking he slicing and dicing like a kitchen wizard/
cooking for da holidays cutting off turkeys gizzards/
i see u wit a knife now,reading recipes skipping details/
u throwing anything in a pot u can find,not that kind of pot thats a dime/
com on dawg u can do better then that, u just wanna were the chef hat/
u thinking now ur cooking/ he here the sirens now u bookin/
u forgot ur pot and ur bowl, u run bac in and accept the death toll/
u see the cops and grab ur shit, u flip them da bird and say suck my d*ck/
they start chasing u dont the street, u pull out ur gun and say feel my heat/
u remember the thing then u aint got no bullets, so when u in jail ur job is scrubing toilets/
lil tig
Tyson
..:: looks at M.O.B. ::..
M.en O.ver B.itches, your sexual lovers/
foreplay, all 2 inches, your stretchin the rubber!/
had sex with ya mother, where you think you came from?/
your not gettin votes, stop with the jokes, the games done!/
got it sewed up like surgery/
ya'll get showed up with purgery/
MOB? you aint a touch a gun, you grabbed ya snow gloves to murder me/
your job is to blow, my jobs flowin raps/
searched gay in the dictionary, and spotted MOB's photograph/
happy an proud, hair all nappy an out, remove ya torn flows/
you like bad farmers, its been a minute since you got corn ro's/
and them fat white bitches that be givin you food/
i got some news, they slang a dick thats bigger than you/
you in my auto class, thats the reason you been in the hood/
ya album get bit by termites, its gotta be wood/
..:: looks at lil tig ::..
ya teeth... where'd they go? a gerbil got as many as you/
what the fuck is a tig? kid, i think you meant winnie the pooh/
mouth is drippin a flu, every thing i spit is sickness/
you kids get split quick, you cant rap at all/
get off the court dickryder! yo put my testes in a bucket... tryna basket-ball/
lol.. fuck this bullshit... ya'll my boys, but...
MOB gets mobbed and gets his wallet stole/
fake thug, ya gel pens the only thing thats solid gold/
watch and see if ray gets a vote/
cause at least gregs allowed to say "yo"... you the gayest of both/
Sorry I had to get low-down-and-dirty boys..
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