trap.
02-03-2013, 03:50 PM
Snipuh
You're nuts, man, so I'll just remove ya testies
You against me leaves you wit more to prove than femcees
Just by lookin' at you, can't even assume your tight
Heard you spit, ya verbals is rusty like AL's computer mic
I'm alarming as a dying rooster's cry; you oughta' duck me
So much game involved that it's a sport to hunt me
You raw as done meat, gettin' old quick, reminiscent of 10
Better stick to clickin' send, postin' written text on da Internet
Ya intellect's missin' sense, you shoulda kept ya mouth shut
Pretty smart disrespectin' someone who pulls upsets without luck
This clown just makes me sick, when he lose, he's blamin' it
On da amount of hatred in his way in which he made exist
Yet claims he'll flip on me takin' victory- what a dork
So stupid, he grabbed a teaspoon when I said: ''then do some-a-salts!''
I'mma uncover all ya pathetic fibs 'bout bein' da best flowin'
Admit it, you're really Sethro, bitch- your ego? Muetro'd quick
I bet yo' 'clique' even pays you for bein' on their balls
Fuck hair, ya creativity's recedin' farther more, speakin' hard, but soft…
Like baby gums in da stages of teethin'
And pavement's da reason your flesh is caved in and bleedin'
Slammin' you down with more force than your RAh-flow to KNO
Proof signs up thinkin' its footsy, yellin' "AH! Toe-to-Toe!"
Your testosterone is low, compared and blendin' wit
Da feminine level of Richard Simmons OD'n on estrogen
Wastin' precious seconds listenin' to you brought a question up
I know about ya leg, but do you also have a prosthetic tongue?
Everyone know Proof be so pussy he applied a diaphragm
Caught him on Halloween wit a Hindu-dot screamin' "I'm a Snipuh fan!"
<::noddin' to da beat:: 'Shit is over, shit is over…. Bhudda bye-bye!'>
Proof, Greatest of All-Time? More like <N>olan <O>f
lenty <E!>xcuses
Spent too much time on Aloe's dick, act like he'd let you win
Predictable set-ups to punches give you cushioned floors
Guarantee, he'll somehow try comparin' me to Bush & Gore
Reduced and torn to morsels- obvious that I'm stompin' Proof bad
With no remorse 'til he's beggin' for his molecules back
<::shakin' my head:: all will learn not to provoke me, one of these days…
Always pre-paired like socks and shoes, and Hundred's lost
Quickly detoured by weak bars he saw me post on Prowler's Discussion Board
Didn't catch da bluff? Actin' tough, tellin' me to "wait a week"
Now, to say da least, da advantage is mine, and I negate release
Played right in my hands, you should've dodged fightin' this man
You come out on top? Yeah, and there's Vikings in France
I'm a walkin' septic tank, Proof'll be mauled and left to hang
Truthfully, you and me feudin' leaves ya wit da shorter shred of fate
Cuz ya rap's worth PesO's as your producer's name backwards
And with that said, I'm givin' you more discomfort than a flat bed
Your repertoire's less than par, all ya statements? Simple and bland
Like Nascar, da next round won't be entertainin' if you add-vans
Snipuh, da iLLustrious
<M>pire
Sector-1
UWS|DWF
TheFranchise
default
You're nuts, man, so I'll just remove ya testies
You against me leaves you wit more to prove than femcees
Just by lookin' at you, can't even assume your tight
Heard you spit, ya verbals is rusty like AL's computer mic
I'm alarming as a dying rooster's cry; you oughta' duck me
So much game involved that it's a sport to hunt me
You raw as done meat, gettin' old quick, reminiscent of 10
Better stick to clickin' send, postin' written text on da Internet
Ya intellect's missin' sense, you shoulda kept ya mouth shut
Pretty smart disrespectin' someone who pulls upsets without luck
This clown just makes me sick, when he lose, he's blamin' it
On da amount of hatred in his way in which he made exist
Yet claims he'll flip on me takin' victory- what a dork
So stupid, he grabbed a teaspoon when I said: ''then do some-a-salts!''
I'mma uncover all ya pathetic fibs 'bout bein' da best flowin'
Admit it, you're really Sethro, bitch- your ego? Muetro'd quick
I bet yo' 'clique' even pays you for bein' on their balls
Fuck hair, ya creativity's recedin' farther more, speakin' hard, but soft…
Like baby gums in da stages of teethin'
And pavement's da reason your flesh is caved in and bleedin'
Slammin' you down with more force than your RAh-flow to KNO
Proof signs up thinkin' its footsy, yellin' "AH! Toe-to-Toe!"
Your testosterone is low, compared and blendin' wit
Da feminine level of Richard Simmons OD'n on estrogen
Wastin' precious seconds listenin' to you brought a question up
I know about ya leg, but do you also have a prosthetic tongue?
Everyone know Proof be so pussy he applied a diaphragm
Caught him on Halloween wit a Hindu-dot screamin' "I'm a Snipuh fan!"
<::noddin' to da beat:: 'Shit is over, shit is over…. Bhudda bye-bye!'>
Proof, Greatest of All-Time? More like <N>olan <O>f
lenty <E!>xcuses
Spent too much time on Aloe's dick, act like he'd let you win
Predictable set-ups to punches give you cushioned floors
Guarantee, he'll somehow try comparin' me to Bush & Gore
Reduced and torn to morsels- obvious that I'm stompin' Proof bad
With no remorse 'til he's beggin' for his molecules back
<::shakin' my head:: all will learn not to provoke me, one of these days…
Always pre-paired like socks and shoes, and Hundred's lost
Quickly detoured by weak bars he saw me post on Prowler's Discussion Board
Didn't catch da bluff? Actin' tough, tellin' me to "wait a week"
Now, to say da least, da advantage is mine, and I negate release
Played right in my hands, you should've dodged fightin' this man
You come out on top? Yeah, and there's Vikings in France
I'm a walkin' septic tank, Proof'll be mauled and left to hang
Truthfully, you and me feudin' leaves ya wit da shorter shred of fate
Cuz ya rap's worth PesO's as your producer's name backwards
And with that said, I'm givin' you more discomfort than a flat bed
Your repertoire's less than par, all ya statements? Simple and bland
Like Nascar, da next round won't be entertainin' if you add-vans
Snipuh, da iLLustrious
<M>pire
Sector-1
UWS|DWF
TheFranchise
default