trap.
02-03-2013, 02:09 PM
MetaSin:
-3 Votes for No Picture
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you suck, so i'll give u a line if you're lookin for help
"heres a taste of ya own metasin, since ya full of yaself"
^that right there, is just some played shit that you'll borrow
while I'll be mountin an attack bigger than kilaminjaro
i was fillin with sorrow, cuz my photo didnt get through
but i was fortunate to get the backup picture of you
i'll son him so bad, i'll give the fuckin kid a heat stroke
n if i laugh at ya expense it must've been a cheap joke
cuz you're poor as hell, but ya havin lots of sex in bed
nice pic,but...
when the hell did hoes start acceptin checks for head?
acceptin money for ya services is a horrid scheme
it'll get u booted from march madness just like Georgia's team
noone thinks you'll win, but if they did i'd pay it no mind
cuz its obvious that, that 'pick' would be faker than mine
he can try to walk the walk but the jerk isnt harder
he's a deadman walkin...
forced to re-trace his steps w/ a permanent marker
so, to publish his life-story he wouldnt have to write a lot
n if i took a page from his book i'd have the entire plot
i dont try to rock, but i seem to always beat queers
every dog has his day... yours only occurs on a leap yr.
so theres no fuckin possibility that this faggots gettin by
he's only the sentimental favorite, of an apathetic guy
if the man consents to fight, then i'll pound the jerk around
until his mind-state resembles the outskirts of a town
i'll end this faggots hunches, cuz the dude'll force flow
so bad that he...
telegraphs his punches with out the use of morse code
the stupid whore blows... its not hard to pummel kids tho
especially when it looks
like ya second-hand clothes have carpel tunnel syndrome
a picture says a thousand words, so its annoyin of course
when everything about u screams gay til the voices go hoarse
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Globalken:
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how old are you??
I...
get it popping off, shit on thinkin ya win is under wraps
and dropping logs on lower seeds more often than lumberjacks
admit it: ya fear and hate me, ya bitches: they reared my babies
Clowned? shit, Sin gets dissed by midgets and bearded ladies
you can tell I'm the greatest master of this ancient practice
my styles ahead of ya time...like hearin bells and changin classes
twistin ya neck? yes. Glo's fixin to wreck sets
that ain't feedback, ya headphones is whisperin death threats
don't deny the fact, realize ya wack or I'm pounding it in you
dude couldn't get the message if he was surrounded by cymbals
ya rap appearrance is bitch homey, that AOL shits phoney
hacked his parents account just to get to UPN from Kids Only
not defeating me; punches reach ya spleen, keep it mean
your glasses so thick you can see me in the sweet sixteen
telepathically, rhymes maimed ya cranium mic chord
Metasin is gettin popped, brainless, daily in psych wards
dope concepts is dodging you, the way your verse sounds
like ya hot lines have more Agillity than the first round
ya won't detect respect, counters leave ya best lines gory
best protect ya neck, my crew comes through snappin like West Side Story
I know your gonna feel all the lines my palm has
plus, save hella paper writing all ya rhymes on gauze pads
clients admire skill that has kids quiet from wired grills
verses'd be flames if ya kept ya lines silent like fire drills
untrained potty thugs get knocked offa wild roof gaps
fuck shotty slugs, I keep Metasin on lock with child-proof caps
ya girl don't want you, I know whats your problem
even vinyls are embarrassed as fuck when you're on 'em
caught feelings when he found his chick gettin face fucked
after the break up, Sins packin whole tissue boxes like his bitch's A cup
-3 Votes for No Picture
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you suck, so i'll give u a line if you're lookin for help
"heres a taste of ya own metasin, since ya full of yaself"
^that right there, is just some played shit that you'll borrow
while I'll be mountin an attack bigger than kilaminjaro
i was fillin with sorrow, cuz my photo didnt get through
but i was fortunate to get the backup picture of you
i'll son him so bad, i'll give the fuckin kid a heat stroke
n if i laugh at ya expense it must've been a cheap joke
cuz you're poor as hell, but ya havin lots of sex in bed
nice pic,but...
when the hell did hoes start acceptin checks for head?
acceptin money for ya services is a horrid scheme
it'll get u booted from march madness just like Georgia's team
noone thinks you'll win, but if they did i'd pay it no mind
cuz its obvious that, that 'pick' would be faker than mine
he can try to walk the walk but the jerk isnt harder
he's a deadman walkin...
forced to re-trace his steps w/ a permanent marker
so, to publish his life-story he wouldnt have to write a lot
n if i took a page from his book i'd have the entire plot
i dont try to rock, but i seem to always beat queers
every dog has his day... yours only occurs on a leap yr.
so theres no fuckin possibility that this faggots gettin by
he's only the sentimental favorite, of an apathetic guy
if the man consents to fight, then i'll pound the jerk around
until his mind-state resembles the outskirts of a town
i'll end this faggots hunches, cuz the dude'll force flow
so bad that he...
telegraphs his punches with out the use of morse code
the stupid whore blows... its not hard to pummel kids tho
especially when it looks
like ya second-hand clothes have carpel tunnel syndrome
a picture says a thousand words, so its annoyin of course
when everything about u screams gay til the voices go hoarse
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Globalken:
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how old are you??
I...
get it popping off, shit on thinkin ya win is under wraps
and dropping logs on lower seeds more often than lumberjacks
admit it: ya fear and hate me, ya bitches: they reared my babies
Clowned? shit, Sin gets dissed by midgets and bearded ladies
you can tell I'm the greatest master of this ancient practice
my styles ahead of ya time...like hearin bells and changin classes
twistin ya neck? yes. Glo's fixin to wreck sets
that ain't feedback, ya headphones is whisperin death threats
don't deny the fact, realize ya wack or I'm pounding it in you
dude couldn't get the message if he was surrounded by cymbals
ya rap appearrance is bitch homey, that AOL shits phoney
hacked his parents account just to get to UPN from Kids Only
not defeating me; punches reach ya spleen, keep it mean
your glasses so thick you can see me in the sweet sixteen
telepathically, rhymes maimed ya cranium mic chord
Metasin is gettin popped, brainless, daily in psych wards
dope concepts is dodging you, the way your verse sounds
like ya hot lines have more Agillity than the first round
ya won't detect respect, counters leave ya best lines gory
best protect ya neck, my crew comes through snappin like West Side Story
I know your gonna feel all the lines my palm has
plus, save hella paper writing all ya rhymes on gauze pads
clients admire skill that has kids quiet from wired grills
verses'd be flames if ya kept ya lines silent like fire drills
untrained potty thugs get knocked offa wild roof gaps
fuck shotty slugs, I keep Metasin on lock with child-proof caps
ya girl don't want you, I know whats your problem
even vinyls are embarrassed as fuck when you're on 'em
caught feelings when he found his chick gettin face fucked
after the break up, Sins packin whole tissue boxes like his bitch's A cup