trap.
01-26-2013, 04:24 PM
12-18-2001
YO,
YO,
let's get dirty, I leave this unworthy cat a battered, bloody RED MAN
You'll get sh*tted on like bed pans, cause I spit with explicit death clans
that turn cities to death camps, you dont' wanna step in my way
or I'll deform the air with germ warfare 'till your chest just decays!
Lyrical justice is displayed, separatin' your rib cage; the sickest sage!
YOu've got Gary Coleman's disease, your rhymes will never grow to "hit a stage"
You're just a fake rapper, you'll get erradicated then decimated after
your wake, huddled in hearses with shovels and nurses tools, abusin your dead matter!
I'm just the lyrical version of anti matter, I don't know why I can't batter
this rapper like egg batter with bats and picks, dynamite sticks and sledge hammers!
Break your bones to a fine dust, while they're still in your flesh
My words submerge you in a vat of molten steel just to fill in your chest!
I'm just the better demon, the vet that's schemin' to leave your sweater steamin'
Cause you're like Busta Rhymes...I think I like you better when you're screamin'!
Rbowin'? What the...what...the....WHAT THE F*CK DOES THAT MEAN!!
You'll get "popped" quicker with my gat loaded with Teen "Magazines"!!
I spit crazy flames, insane rapper strapped with gats, amazingly trained
I'll make cats forget you ever existed like them dots over Jay-Z's name!!
...yeah!!!
rbowen (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=4007)
RBOWEN the unforgettable one bout to get rid of you son//like a case of th flu who gone spit when hes done//none not any /many get mangled manhandled missused//like a a penniles poet in the 50's i'll keep you singing the blues//here's the news i abuse all types/you shine bright but dont rhmye right//it's practicly pointless but you insist to spew wackness//the fact is i'll flip you backwards like gymnastics//
sorry so short gotta go to the studio get at ya later
YO,
YO,
let's get dirty, I leave this unworthy cat a battered, bloody RED MAN
You'll get sh*tted on like bed pans, cause I spit with explicit death clans
that turn cities to death camps, you dont' wanna step in my way
or I'll deform the air with germ warfare 'till your chest just decays!
Lyrical justice is displayed, separatin' your rib cage; the sickest sage!
YOu've got Gary Coleman's disease, your rhymes will never grow to "hit a stage"
You're just a fake rapper, you'll get erradicated then decimated after
your wake, huddled in hearses with shovels and nurses tools, abusin your dead matter!
I'm just the lyrical version of anti matter, I don't know why I can't batter
this rapper like egg batter with bats and picks, dynamite sticks and sledge hammers!
Break your bones to a fine dust, while they're still in your flesh
My words submerge you in a vat of molten steel just to fill in your chest!
I'm just the better demon, the vet that's schemin' to leave your sweater steamin'
Cause you're like Busta Rhymes...I think I like you better when you're screamin'!
Rbowin'? What the...what...the....WHAT THE F*CK DOES THAT MEAN!!
You'll get "popped" quicker with my gat loaded with Teen "Magazines"!!
I spit crazy flames, insane rapper strapped with gats, amazingly trained
I'll make cats forget you ever existed like them dots over Jay-Z's name!!
...yeah!!!
rbowen (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=4007)
RBOWEN the unforgettable one bout to get rid of you son//like a case of th flu who gone spit when hes done//none not any /many get mangled manhandled missused//like a a penniles poet in the 50's i'll keep you singing the blues//here's the news i abuse all types/you shine bright but dont rhmye right//it's practicly pointless but you insist to spew wackness//the fact is i'll flip you backwards like gymnastics//
sorry so short gotta go to the studio get at ya later