trap.
02-03-2013, 03:00 PM
Bobby D:
Bobby D about fuck you up…
Hey T you’re in a gay rage…
we aint hit the 3 way stage, but its about to double
Seems EVEN ya girls bro can’t keep himself outta trouble
T you aint nothing at all,
you love suckin on balls, these things you stress to me
I’ll leave T-bagged & thrown away like the English recipe
So take it up with ya fake rhymes, ya bitch aint fine..
She aint got broadband, she makes that up in her waistline
I got a haymaker for ya, its a soul damager
hittin T further into the ground than a golf amateur
ya shit is so old, your in the past with the plot
Your style got more holes in then when Versace was shot
post ya verse from ya cell? that shit socked ya back
the phone just hung up on you, for being so fuckin wack
then you’ll get maimed down
You ain’t even dead yet, but since you’re a lame clown..
Ya soul don’t even like you, that shit LEFT and joined James Brown
and I love a pretty women its enjoyment that’s subtle
so I guess women are all angels, they’re all avoiding the trouble
you fuckin suck so bad.. for me this is waaay easy…
You can’t get pass the D like you only knew your ABC…
LITERALLY
cocksucka...
Troublesome:
While all you think about is ya dick, i find it funny that you own it
when the last time you saw some pussie was on Honey Of the Moment
Weak pussie, you couldn't knock me out with a quarter roll balled in ya hand
Nothin' gay about you, you just suck on a stick and call it a fag
im international pimp, i got ya girls picture on my celly
moms screamin at you like, "GO JERK OFF IN FRONT OF THE TELE"
roight, you dont wanna talk too much shit or ya teefers could hang
thats like comin offa the plane from England and havin beef with a gang
ya done son, ya reps a lie like the message ya hurl
like the EPL bein the best in the world, like you havin sex with ya girl
this aint nothin, my best raps i keep ina folder, spitt boulders
You steppin to a cat born in the US and you trained like a British soldier
sorry dunce, you probably on some narc shit, im heartless
what do you call a cop without a gun? ...moving target
step up ya game, luckily you aint destined for fame
If Bobby Digital knew about you he'd probably change his effin name
you aint got no bidness with tools, ya clique i finish those fools
in English: I'm a Guiness Stout, you just an O'Douls
Bobby D about fuck you up…
Hey T you’re in a gay rage…
we aint hit the 3 way stage, but its about to double
Seems EVEN ya girls bro can’t keep himself outta trouble
T you aint nothing at all,
you love suckin on balls, these things you stress to me
I’ll leave T-bagged & thrown away like the English recipe
So take it up with ya fake rhymes, ya bitch aint fine..
She aint got broadband, she makes that up in her waistline
I got a haymaker for ya, its a soul damager
hittin T further into the ground than a golf amateur
ya shit is so old, your in the past with the plot
Your style got more holes in then when Versace was shot
post ya verse from ya cell? that shit socked ya back
the phone just hung up on you, for being so fuckin wack
then you’ll get maimed down
You ain’t even dead yet, but since you’re a lame clown..
Ya soul don’t even like you, that shit LEFT and joined James Brown
and I love a pretty women its enjoyment that’s subtle
so I guess women are all angels, they’re all avoiding the trouble
you fuckin suck so bad.. for me this is waaay easy…
You can’t get pass the D like you only knew your ABC…
LITERALLY
cocksucka...
Troublesome:
While all you think about is ya dick, i find it funny that you own it
when the last time you saw some pussie was on Honey Of the Moment
Weak pussie, you couldn't knock me out with a quarter roll balled in ya hand
Nothin' gay about you, you just suck on a stick and call it a fag
im international pimp, i got ya girls picture on my celly
moms screamin at you like, "GO JERK OFF IN FRONT OF THE TELE"
roight, you dont wanna talk too much shit or ya teefers could hang
thats like comin offa the plane from England and havin beef with a gang
ya done son, ya reps a lie like the message ya hurl
like the EPL bein the best in the world, like you havin sex with ya girl
this aint nothin, my best raps i keep ina folder, spitt boulders
You steppin to a cat born in the US and you trained like a British soldier
sorry dunce, you probably on some narc shit, im heartless
what do you call a cop without a gun? ...moving target
step up ya game, luckily you aint destined for fame
If Bobby Digital knew about you he'd probably change his effin name
you aint got no bidness with tools, ya clique i finish those fools
in English: I'm a Guiness Stout, you just an O'Douls