God Of War
01-28-2013, 07:32 PM
posted on 8/26/00
Twelve
12's Stalk'n Dreams,Chalk'n "V"s by Shock'n Fiends,
Anon,w/ Tigers Help,You still couldnt HIT OFF The "T",
Got you Buy'n 'Stealths' for Dodge'n Me,So Yeild Wagers,
The MAC's A's Hang'n w/,got'em think'n he's a 'Real Player',
Mis has Keel'd from Danger & Now'll Anoint the Loss,
Hav'n your 'Period' Crucified,wont get your Point A Cross,
All your Joints's soft,"T"s Snared Bait,so A's Fair Game,
w/Christopher Martin's Nikes,you'd still get no Air'play',
Twelve'll Scare Fakes, & Im comm'n w/'Hooks',Please Refrain,
Friendship,HA!,Like Gay Porn,you'll Never see "T"& A,
Retreat your Page,People Fray,when I Release Lechture,
The Close'st Mis got to an Album,is a Police Record,
"T"ll Defeat Spectre's,& Im Choke'n Stars w/ Potent Bars,
Mis's Careers like Run'n in Place,Your not go'n far,
A's Soaked in Shards,& Im Toss'n Heat,Botch'n Geeks,
Anon's Dress'd as a Golfball,in attempt to Top The "T",
Twelves Barrage'n Freaks,w/a taste to Pedephile Tykes,
Fantacise'n 'bout Jim Fowler,does'nt mean you'd led a 'Wildlyfe',
I,the Violent Type?The Vilest Mic Styl'ist,a Solo Gunner,
Your like a Car Salesman,the way you be sell'n Jolo Hummers,
Bold & Sunder,I Spit Sick Sh**,& Damn its Obvious,
No 'Dame' in this Kennel is more of a Bitch,Than Anonimous.
b'ware
-The Twelve
This perp got more herb inside than spice racks/
tryin to find wack lines from rapsites to try and fight back/
Readin a rhyme from twelve is like Drew Carrey..."Whos line is it anyway?"/
talk bout my wife? when you couldnt get close to smellin pussy at a panty-raid/
fakin claims/ you battle on trains/ but you aint fool me/
only Metro you eva seen is when you rented an Eddie Murphy movie/
wanna sue me if I beat ya ass, yet ya hands is "registered lethal weapons"/
so Im testin ya credentials and you faker than candidates of presidential elections/
cuz you aint keepin ya promises, Dodgin me like Chrysler car Conventions/
so start confessin/ cuz after this theres no part redemption like retard conception/
this dark collection of horrorcore stories went out wit Gravediggas/
and yo country ass couldnt cap a cat witta hat muchless KKK for enslavin niccas/
so save ya fabricated shit for Linens and things/
Keep my dick off ya lips cuz dissin me is like Tom Cruise in his Draws kid, its Risky Bus-in-iss/
youve bitin so much shit you need fixodent to hold in ya dentures/
and the only white tiger degree you seen is Siegfred and Roys credentials/
need some utensils wit that wordsworth verse?? how bout some Ketchup??/ (LMAO!!)
My names Anonimus, Ill be servin your ass till you fess up/
yeah I stress punks callin themselves emcees wit multisyllables they cant spit/
Especially the ones who name themselves off a "twelve cyllinder" line from canibus/
Id banish em off the planet and let em battle black holes to see who suck more/
cuz he disgracin and defacin a nation like givin facelifts on Mt Rushmore/
you want more? cuz I got more lines than 95's Highway paint/
I could lay my head forever and still let you get sideways 8(infinity)......
Twelve
12's Stalk'n Dreams,Chalk'n "V"s by Shock'n Fiends,
Anon,w/ Tigers Help,You still couldnt HIT OFF The "T",
Got you Buy'n 'Stealths' for Dodge'n Me,So Yeild Wagers,
The MAC's A's Hang'n w/,got'em think'n he's a 'Real Player',
Mis has Keel'd from Danger & Now'll Anoint the Loss,
Hav'n your 'Period' Crucified,wont get your Point A Cross,
All your Joints's soft,"T"s Snared Bait,so A's Fair Game,
w/Christopher Martin's Nikes,you'd still get no Air'play',
Twelve'll Scare Fakes, & Im comm'n w/'Hooks',Please Refrain,
Friendship,HA!,Like Gay Porn,you'll Never see "T"& A,
Retreat your Page,People Fray,when I Release Lechture,
The Close'st Mis got to an Album,is a Police Record,
"T"ll Defeat Spectre's,& Im Choke'n Stars w/ Potent Bars,
Mis's Careers like Run'n in Place,Your not go'n far,
A's Soaked in Shards,& Im Toss'n Heat,Botch'n Geeks,
Anon's Dress'd as a Golfball,in attempt to Top The "T",
Twelves Barrage'n Freaks,w/a taste to Pedephile Tykes,
Fantacise'n 'bout Jim Fowler,does'nt mean you'd led a 'Wildlyfe',
I,the Violent Type?The Vilest Mic Styl'ist,a Solo Gunner,
Your like a Car Salesman,the way you be sell'n Jolo Hummers,
Bold & Sunder,I Spit Sick Sh**,& Damn its Obvious,
No 'Dame' in this Kennel is more of a Bitch,Than Anonimous.
b'ware
-The Twelve
This perp got more herb inside than spice racks/
tryin to find wack lines from rapsites to try and fight back/
Readin a rhyme from twelve is like Drew Carrey..."Whos line is it anyway?"/
talk bout my wife? when you couldnt get close to smellin pussy at a panty-raid/
fakin claims/ you battle on trains/ but you aint fool me/
only Metro you eva seen is when you rented an Eddie Murphy movie/
wanna sue me if I beat ya ass, yet ya hands is "registered lethal weapons"/
so Im testin ya credentials and you faker than candidates of presidential elections/
cuz you aint keepin ya promises, Dodgin me like Chrysler car Conventions/
so start confessin/ cuz after this theres no part redemption like retard conception/
this dark collection of horrorcore stories went out wit Gravediggas/
and yo country ass couldnt cap a cat witta hat muchless KKK for enslavin niccas/
so save ya fabricated shit for Linens and things/
Keep my dick off ya lips cuz dissin me is like Tom Cruise in his Draws kid, its Risky Bus-in-iss/
youve bitin so much shit you need fixodent to hold in ya dentures/
and the only white tiger degree you seen is Siegfred and Roys credentials/
need some utensils wit that wordsworth verse?? how bout some Ketchup??/ (LMAO!!)
My names Anonimus, Ill be servin your ass till you fess up/
yeah I stress punks callin themselves emcees wit multisyllables they cant spit/
Especially the ones who name themselves off a "twelve cyllinder" line from canibus/
Id banish em off the planet and let em battle black holes to see who suck more/
cuz he disgracin and defacin a nation like givin facelifts on Mt Rushmore/
you want more? cuz I got more lines than 95's Highway paint/
I could lay my head forever and still let you get sideways 8(infinity)......