trap.
01-26-2013, 04:25 PM
12-19-2001
PSYCHO X SPIT 2001
i rhyme with verbal rap tactics/
realize that u only handicap active/
take a picture of me, im sumthin u should think about/
holla at me, u betta start ta shout/
cuz im so HOT..i leave yo ass stuck up in a drought/
shut yo mouth enuff said i jus ripped ya, no doubt/
cuz im out for fame, i aint goin nowhere/
im shuttin down tha industry cuz gurilla warefare/
i pack heavy artillary, check my identity/
Psycho X tha last don, getttin away wit felony/
even police r after me, cuz i bombed everbodys conseption, and heredity/
so if the world will ever remember me, then let it be my legacy/
cuz i turn mathimatical phillosophies into mocaries/
drinkin down the venom like if my name was socrates/
poisenous liqiuid, flowin through my arteries/
but i still survive, using my mechanical properties/
destroyin everbody, sub-atomically/
so remember tyson/
that i come off the energy, like some lightnin/
thunderous blows, strikin fakass foes/
so step into my universe, & if u start to curse/
my rhymes will leave u layin in a herse/
das my super-curse, but im not a witch/
what u be spittin is jus a glich/
leavin u stranded & bleedin like a stupid bitch/
so go ahead and start to stitch, cuz ur blood is drippin the color red/
get it off tha bed, go hide back out in the tool shed/
so no-1 can tell, dat u have been shot dead/
enuff said, this battle is over cuz yo ass has been bled/
[vs]
Tyson spit...
Newbie Rape Case #42
level - 1.2
just an Imaginist gettin clearer...
only beat my self when im battilin with the mirror...
masterbation doesn't occur...
glad ya watin... grabbed ya maiden, im fuckin with her...
touchin ya dome... bout to cut n slice...
strong enough to cut thru ya bone... with a butter knife...
aight.. murder time..
Psycho.. turn out the lights yo.. dead in a glance...
intellegence bands.. its irrelevent, illness from the medicine man...
what am i doing?
You's a whore... catch ya name last seen on the news at 4...
ya verse like ya mom, prolly been used before...
the hugest bore... write rhymes with pig pens...
its so dirty.. this flow journey.. life lines is missin..
down the drain.. every bit of ya sounds a shame...
like speeches of kings on a clowdy stage... you ain't aloud to reign...
bout with flames.. and get ya fingers urned like purchasin digits...
life is short... you in a hearse with a midget... for cursin n spittin..
perfect with women... ya mother got hooked like a chorus...
get chucked like norris...box with stings with wings like a hornet...
psycho, good nite bro... this a rhyme stop..
how you expect ya album not to go wood when you in a pine box?
see my lines topped? only the title of the thread...
if the best die young...my vinyl's should be dead...
got a bible at my bed.. i share a hotel with christ...
ya CD must be non-living... has no 'cells' in life!...
PSYCHO X SPIT 2001
i rhyme with verbal rap tactics/
realize that u only handicap active/
take a picture of me, im sumthin u should think about/
holla at me, u betta start ta shout/
cuz im so HOT..i leave yo ass stuck up in a drought/
shut yo mouth enuff said i jus ripped ya, no doubt/
cuz im out for fame, i aint goin nowhere/
im shuttin down tha industry cuz gurilla warefare/
i pack heavy artillary, check my identity/
Psycho X tha last don, getttin away wit felony/
even police r after me, cuz i bombed everbodys conseption, and heredity/
so if the world will ever remember me, then let it be my legacy/
cuz i turn mathimatical phillosophies into mocaries/
drinkin down the venom like if my name was socrates/
poisenous liqiuid, flowin through my arteries/
but i still survive, using my mechanical properties/
destroyin everbody, sub-atomically/
so remember tyson/
that i come off the energy, like some lightnin/
thunderous blows, strikin fakass foes/
so step into my universe, & if u start to curse/
my rhymes will leave u layin in a herse/
das my super-curse, but im not a witch/
what u be spittin is jus a glich/
leavin u stranded & bleedin like a stupid bitch/
so go ahead and start to stitch, cuz ur blood is drippin the color red/
get it off tha bed, go hide back out in the tool shed/
so no-1 can tell, dat u have been shot dead/
enuff said, this battle is over cuz yo ass has been bled/
[vs]
Tyson spit...
Newbie Rape Case #42
level - 1.2
just an Imaginist gettin clearer...
only beat my self when im battilin with the mirror...
masterbation doesn't occur...
glad ya watin... grabbed ya maiden, im fuckin with her...
touchin ya dome... bout to cut n slice...
strong enough to cut thru ya bone... with a butter knife...
aight.. murder time..
Psycho.. turn out the lights yo.. dead in a glance...
intellegence bands.. its irrelevent, illness from the medicine man...
what am i doing?
You's a whore... catch ya name last seen on the news at 4...
ya verse like ya mom, prolly been used before...
the hugest bore... write rhymes with pig pens...
its so dirty.. this flow journey.. life lines is missin..
down the drain.. every bit of ya sounds a shame...
like speeches of kings on a clowdy stage... you ain't aloud to reign...
bout with flames.. and get ya fingers urned like purchasin digits...
life is short... you in a hearse with a midget... for cursin n spittin..
perfect with women... ya mother got hooked like a chorus...
get chucked like norris...box with stings with wings like a hornet...
psycho, good nite bro... this a rhyme stop..
how you expect ya album not to go wood when you in a pine box?
see my lines topped? only the title of the thread...
if the best die young...my vinyl's should be dead...
got a bible at my bed.. i share a hotel with christ...
ya CD must be non-living... has no 'cells' in life!...