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trap.
02-03-2013, 03:46 PM
aGG
Press record, I stress tha whores, fuck this weak attempt,
aGG, the Reaper's kin, touch of death, you'll never speak again,
You thought we were friends? Think again, I stay true to life-
-while you just make pretend, I was KING when you were 'breaking in'
If you notice, all dangerous minds have changed with the times,
Your best days are behind...vapor...sprayed, while engaging this rhyme,
Blade called aGG a 'has been'...that makes Dwella a 'never was'
No competition...Native could have paired me 'gainst a better scrub,
......Fuck it...aGG makes the most of this 'bye' that im given,
With quotes within the lines I have written, aGG silenced his victim,
With timeless precision...elimination of this most decrepid,
If this aint a shutout then we best to get these votes inspected,
For so long you forever rode the coat tails of past greats,
But man think! Why you always ending up in last place?
Dwella, youze a sad case...let me say it plainly...you suck...
Your crew's butt, founded just so you could stay on Spook's nuts,
Your name, will forever dwell in hell...your career had-
-more highs and lows then hills on the Rebel Yell,
Wife causes defaults and stress? aGG puts those rumors to rest,
Im through with this mess, take the notes, you're viewing tha best,
In all honesty, im through with tha net, Im on some otha shit,
Like smacking up ya father with my hand all in ya motha's clit,
aGG...verbally shitting on those who oppose me,
You niggas claimin to be 'ill' and 'sick'.......vocally OD'd
You'll hopefully show me, you have the skills to make this worth it,
If you didnt notice im just toying with you...what's the purpose?
When you figure it out...see me, aGG is just a click away,
He may not have given his best, but he just bust'd ya shit today...

"Your whole style is chump...let me get mines first.."
BFC
Fam-ILLy


HellDwella
“Aggravated”

Im so aggravated, such a aggravated man, a man aggravated......
Even if you were Roman, you wouldn’t have the balls to cross me,
You wouldn’t even know tha-real if Hugz Boss dropped ya verse,
Fallen-down, keep the cum-back, immersed, you won’t die of thirst,
I’ll blaze that ass til my cannon burst bustin a nut worst then thuggish rape perps,
Like Simes last show, your tournament endings nothing but a dead end dream,
Fucken ya up, I’ll make your nightmares scream, like Syfr leaven AL rheemed,
I’ll make you feel like Rape Victims over exposed and Assed-out bare,
Shamed like biggoted picaninies deviating the roots to get somewhere,
Let these bare facts, break backs, like billy bat smacks on baron lots,
Aloft there’s no resurrection, like hive shot cock, Im blazen shots hot,
Fire encoded like Saul Williams poetics, without the dramatics,
Cuz this victory to me, is nothing but breaking spastic cock addicts,
Your Phophet Margin’s not even sense, cuz you didn’t default your battle-rap,
Too stupid to retract, your EASY like a stacked rack black chick waiting to be macked,
Tempting to a PROFESSIONAL sporting Cash, cuz it’s evident your getten fucked,
Too bent off FREE Boozen, didn’t learn the lesson, when your drunk, its all ILLusion,
Vilation is evident, pain and suffering, tearen of pussies, and oral deliverance injections,
Over the spread, Im cumm-in live to tip your nappy snatch til you flesh erodes from rash,
A Mericle, Tokyo natives sporten Ebbonflow, A sure bet, this breath be your last......

Hell Dwella
ReDLiNe