trap.
01-23-2013, 09:47 AM
posted on 08-29-2004
GlassEye
g'lucc...
ya don't know me, i been gone but can still spit w/ the pros
...now i'll make a good first impression w/ a fist to the nose
i'm sick of you hoe, bitch whipped but actin' a crook
...i'll beat you w/ the ball and chain thats attached to ya foot
i'll tell ya you suck as my blade punctures ya gut
...so i'm cuttin' you down at the same time that i'm cuttin' you up
its sad to see fool's sprayed, my tool's made this trajedy
...you couldn't pack a punch workin' at the Kool-Aid factory
illiterate bitch, throw him small words & make this ho wrestle
...and turn my 10 lines into a Two Hour HBO Special
g'bye.
vs
Barz.
bitch you aint hood, son stays nervous...
while I clep this nicca more times then sunday service...
lame attempts at punches, son you should shoot ya self...
this kids playin solitary, the way his skills only suits his self..
no truth is spelled, you solicit ass like a porcilin sell...
and the only deep lines glass knows is the oregon trail...
yea your glass, i see right thru ya fame and frame...
the nine will dot your face more times then the start an end of ya name...
im consendin ya pain, the shanks'll leave you slashed geek...
cuz my flow will wreck ya home, like the storms last week..
GlassEye
g'lucc...
ya don't know me, i been gone but can still spit w/ the pros
...now i'll make a good first impression w/ a fist to the nose
i'm sick of you hoe, bitch whipped but actin' a crook
...i'll beat you w/ the ball and chain thats attached to ya foot
i'll tell ya you suck as my blade punctures ya gut
...so i'm cuttin' you down at the same time that i'm cuttin' you up
its sad to see fool's sprayed, my tool's made this trajedy
...you couldn't pack a punch workin' at the Kool-Aid factory
illiterate bitch, throw him small words & make this ho wrestle
...and turn my 10 lines into a Two Hour HBO Special
g'bye.
vs
Barz.
bitch you aint hood, son stays nervous...
while I clep this nicca more times then sunday service...
lame attempts at punches, son you should shoot ya self...
this kids playin solitary, the way his skills only suits his self..
no truth is spelled, you solicit ass like a porcilin sell...
and the only deep lines glass knows is the oregon trail...
yea your glass, i see right thru ya fame and frame...
the nine will dot your face more times then the start an end of ya name...
im consendin ya pain, the shanks'll leave you slashed geek...
cuz my flow will wreck ya home, like the storms last week..