trap.
01-23-2013, 09:38 AM
posted on 09-14-2004
GlassEye
ya problems aint gone,
i'll load a magazine, put the glock in my palm
& give ya so many issues that ya won't kno what volume ya on
why try? since ya can't stop me, abort
cuz voters ain't breakin' down ya lines, they're doin' autopsy reports
i'll let you kno that ya suck & that your a losin' bastid...
'till the point ya ego couldn't go on a trip if ya were doin' acid
the first time ya got lucky but now ya fearin' me whore
cuz for me to lose we'd both have to recycle the verses from Lyrical W a r
bringin' hell w/ these flames, leavin' shells in his frame
i'll put two holes in Booga & have the obituary misspellin' ya name..... BoOoOga
vs
Booga
Ya verses R lame chump, so im smackin this nerd often
Cant tell if they givin ur punches 10's
Or predictin how many years ago it was when they first saw it
We all know wut ur gonna say, we aint forgettin it bitch
Ur punches r so predictable
I called Miss Cleo and she answered the phone spittin the shit
And i know ur annorexic, but i dont know this kid's situation
I just heard the skeletons...
...In his closet called his ass n asked for tips on escapin
Claim u a thug n shoot n spray, but i know this dude is gay
With so many bad flips, I thought it was an olympic blooper tape
See all you do is play, DAMN, this slow dude is the worst
Voters'll start cuttin their eyes..
Not bein rude, but because I broke you in my verse
goodluck pimp
GlassEye
ya problems aint gone,
i'll load a magazine, put the glock in my palm
& give ya so many issues that ya won't kno what volume ya on
why try? since ya can't stop me, abort
cuz voters ain't breakin' down ya lines, they're doin' autopsy reports
i'll let you kno that ya suck & that your a losin' bastid...
'till the point ya ego couldn't go on a trip if ya were doin' acid
the first time ya got lucky but now ya fearin' me whore
cuz for me to lose we'd both have to recycle the verses from Lyrical W a r
bringin' hell w/ these flames, leavin' shells in his frame
i'll put two holes in Booga & have the obituary misspellin' ya name..... BoOoOga
vs
Booga
Ya verses R lame chump, so im smackin this nerd often
Cant tell if they givin ur punches 10's
Or predictin how many years ago it was when they first saw it
We all know wut ur gonna say, we aint forgettin it bitch
Ur punches r so predictable
I called Miss Cleo and she answered the phone spittin the shit
And i know ur annorexic, but i dont know this kid's situation
I just heard the skeletons...
...In his closet called his ass n asked for tips on escapin
Claim u a thug n shoot n spray, but i know this dude is gay
With so many bad flips, I thought it was an olympic blooper tape
See all you do is play, DAMN, this slow dude is the worst
Voters'll start cuttin their eyes..
Not bein rude, but because I broke you in my verse
goodluck pimp