trap.
02-03-2013, 04:40 PM
Name: Himself, Self, Ectetera, Lodgikal
Crews:
Where: Miami, FL
Repped: RM, UPN
vs Toil
You look like a black British tourist...the type i go rob
Hows Krusty the Clown? You Jamaican Sideshow Bob
Dude's black with a mop top, got hair like gummy worms
Why you look like Mario Van Peebles with a crummy perm?
Your a thumb with a mouth...hairline up like 10 floors
Ya forehead stops ya hair and eyebrows Civil War
This Jean Claude imposter, makes rastas be disgraced
That aint a goatee, his 'stache trying ta runaway
Smoke me? Silly Toilet couldnt toke enough
Show love, its the founder of Milli Vanilli kareoke club
This cat Toil is rippin it, bein a beast in the booth
But thats expected shit, when ur a British Sabretooth
Cuz Toil hunts fish, wit no worms on his pole
Just sports a wetsuit and dumps his head in the bowl
Toil's fake Vanilli face is forever outta shape
His speedbump chin makes like half his body weight
A black gumby, all ya raps crumby...the kind u waste
Chin Hair? Next time you rhyme, shave...wipin ya face
When you walk by a barber, the guy's neck will snap
Like "thats what Toadstool had under the mushroom cap"
A dirty white kid, not bathin till next April
Couldnt get an Encore, even if u could afford cable
Your only filler for the board, i'll make you filler for a morgue
His head's a landfill for still-born Umbillical cords
My rap's anticipated, even your pulse is waiting
Paperclip guy on-screen sayin "damn, Arnold and Predator mated"
Cuz Toil's a limburger case wit a cheese of disgrace
And his mom feels guilty when a smile's on his face
vs DVS
Ya style's nothin hot, it's 10 words and 30 dots
You thought it'd be ill to give a verse the chicken pox
You the feminine side of Lotto from 8 mile
That copy and pastes his face onto scenes from X-Files
You think brothers like you cause you rep the race?
When all they wanna do is fry chicken on ya butter face
Ya face aint got features, you're a black potato thing
Actin fly cause ya lips are damaged angel wings
Convinced your mustache aint down to snitch
When ya lips defect and make they own governments
Dont pretend ya light could even turn up more
Your hairline, starts somewhere behind the freezer door
Beggin me not to say how ya gear need work
I seen washing machines...wit APB's on your t-shirt
Shadows ya only friends and you invite them over
It's Coco B. Ware wit a pet shadow on his shoulder
Nigga broke into a crib took a pic and dipped fast
When Hanes start makin Kuta Kente throwbacks?
See we both black folks...but total opposite
You picked the cotton for that shirt and forgot washin it
Plus ya mama been a trick of the whole slave trade
Im ashamed, Im against Aunt Jemima wit a low-fade
Nah, I apologize, what am I doing?
I loved you in ya part as 'trustee' in the Life movie
You beefed wit Wesley ever since he made 57
Inhalin all that BBQ has got ya nose meltin
Kid's stuck in a dream where he aint gone win
Beatin me's a higher feat than climbing KHZ chin
If it took VaKill, to topple to Resin
I'll get Another Bad Creation to stop yo presence
Shave ya eyebrows...you could stunt double as a penis
Ya agent's gonna mail me and ask me if I mean it
Crews:
Where: Miami, FL
Repped: RM, UPN
vs Toil
You look like a black British tourist...the type i go rob
Hows Krusty the Clown? You Jamaican Sideshow Bob
Dude's black with a mop top, got hair like gummy worms
Why you look like Mario Van Peebles with a crummy perm?
Your a thumb with a mouth...hairline up like 10 floors
Ya forehead stops ya hair and eyebrows Civil War
This Jean Claude imposter, makes rastas be disgraced
That aint a goatee, his 'stache trying ta runaway
Smoke me? Silly Toilet couldnt toke enough
Show love, its the founder of Milli Vanilli kareoke club
This cat Toil is rippin it, bein a beast in the booth
But thats expected shit, when ur a British Sabretooth
Cuz Toil hunts fish, wit no worms on his pole
Just sports a wetsuit and dumps his head in the bowl
Toil's fake Vanilli face is forever outta shape
His speedbump chin makes like half his body weight
A black gumby, all ya raps crumby...the kind u waste
Chin Hair? Next time you rhyme, shave...wipin ya face
When you walk by a barber, the guy's neck will snap
Like "thats what Toadstool had under the mushroom cap"
A dirty white kid, not bathin till next April
Couldnt get an Encore, even if u could afford cable
Your only filler for the board, i'll make you filler for a morgue
His head's a landfill for still-born Umbillical cords
My rap's anticipated, even your pulse is waiting
Paperclip guy on-screen sayin "damn, Arnold and Predator mated"
Cuz Toil's a limburger case wit a cheese of disgrace
And his mom feels guilty when a smile's on his face
vs DVS
Ya style's nothin hot, it's 10 words and 30 dots
You thought it'd be ill to give a verse the chicken pox
You the feminine side of Lotto from 8 mile
That copy and pastes his face onto scenes from X-Files
You think brothers like you cause you rep the race?
When all they wanna do is fry chicken on ya butter face
Ya face aint got features, you're a black potato thing
Actin fly cause ya lips are damaged angel wings
Convinced your mustache aint down to snitch
When ya lips defect and make they own governments
Dont pretend ya light could even turn up more
Your hairline, starts somewhere behind the freezer door
Beggin me not to say how ya gear need work
I seen washing machines...wit APB's on your t-shirt
Shadows ya only friends and you invite them over
It's Coco B. Ware wit a pet shadow on his shoulder
Nigga broke into a crib took a pic and dipped fast
When Hanes start makin Kuta Kente throwbacks?
See we both black folks...but total opposite
You picked the cotton for that shirt and forgot washin it
Plus ya mama been a trick of the whole slave trade
Im ashamed, Im against Aunt Jemima wit a low-fade
Nah, I apologize, what am I doing?
I loved you in ya part as 'trustee' in the Life movie
You beefed wit Wesley ever since he made 57
Inhalin all that BBQ has got ya nose meltin
Kid's stuck in a dream where he aint gone win
Beatin me's a higher feat than climbing KHZ chin
If it took VaKill, to topple to Resin
I'll get Another Bad Creation to stop yo presence
Shave ya eyebrows...you could stunt double as a penis
Ya agent's gonna mail me and ask me if I mean it