trap.
01-28-2013, 03:54 PM
02-21-2002
~Rank 1 spit,
Comin thru turn Hooks rhymes disgustin, witout 6 bustin//
Just verbal fists punchin,found out me and ya miss(girl) fuckin//
So now u bitch and cussin, ya flow of mist is rustin//
Fag, theres been more liquids(cum) in ya hole(mouth) than a piss bucket//
There aint much of u, after i'm done wit u//
Didnt find out from the otha 9(wins) my flows indestructable?//
Untouchable, ya runnin away like a wild pig//
Splice ya wig, ya not even winnin if u did twice tha rig(rigged tha battle)//
My rhymes like my nine twist ya spine nine times, like scoliosis//
Einstein couldnt define how im more known than the holy moses//
Fully focused, Throwin left and right 'hooks' til ya out of focus//
But i still rip ya ass apart worse tthan a pack of swarmin locusts//
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Hooks spit,
disassemblin a fony MC~wit a ragin bull hook thrown harder than jack dempsey/
nockin'm out 'quicker' than nestle~a tko evidentally~hacked ta pieces~each lines a mechede/
i'm a lyrical inventor~and takin the shit out the game like a toilet bowl cleanser/
5 years from now ME ya will remember~by the one who gave ya a lecture fully enough to be yur lyrical effector/
yea i'm ya mentor~takin my style for granted even though it'll make ya better!/
shit, always got an endeavor~i'm even holdin extra lines unda my sleeves~i knew it was clever/
now i'm startin the rawkus~bein ya nipple to survive, ya need to suck this/
rushin you between my lines everytime~sacked like Dick Buttkus/
no matter where you run~I'LL FIND YOU like Chris Columbus/
so to end this, its gonna be a casualty 10 line tragedy~juss worded blasphemy was a sick ass fatality!/
~Rank 1 spit,
Comin thru turn Hooks rhymes disgustin, witout 6 bustin//
Just verbal fists punchin,found out me and ya miss(girl) fuckin//
So now u bitch and cussin, ya flow of mist is rustin//
Fag, theres been more liquids(cum) in ya hole(mouth) than a piss bucket//
There aint much of u, after i'm done wit u//
Didnt find out from the otha 9(wins) my flows indestructable?//
Untouchable, ya runnin away like a wild pig//
Splice ya wig, ya not even winnin if u did twice tha rig(rigged tha battle)//
My rhymes like my nine twist ya spine nine times, like scoliosis//
Einstein couldnt define how im more known than the holy moses//
Fully focused, Throwin left and right 'hooks' til ya out of focus//
But i still rip ya ass apart worse tthan a pack of swarmin locusts//
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Hooks spit,
disassemblin a fony MC~wit a ragin bull hook thrown harder than jack dempsey/
nockin'm out 'quicker' than nestle~a tko evidentally~hacked ta pieces~each lines a mechede/
i'm a lyrical inventor~and takin the shit out the game like a toilet bowl cleanser/
5 years from now ME ya will remember~by the one who gave ya a lecture fully enough to be yur lyrical effector/
yea i'm ya mentor~takin my style for granted even though it'll make ya better!/
shit, always got an endeavor~i'm even holdin extra lines unda my sleeves~i knew it was clever/
now i'm startin the rawkus~bein ya nipple to survive, ya need to suck this/
rushin you between my lines everytime~sacked like Dick Buttkus/
no matter where you run~I'LL FIND YOU like Chris Columbus/
so to end this, its gonna be a casualty 10 line tragedy~juss worded blasphemy was a sick ass fatality!/