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02-06-2013, 06:53 PM
Neighbor
YOU'RE BLACK AS FUCK, but that news isn't shocking
Cuz I'm a badass.. so every Christmas, I'd wake up & find you in my stocking
& I'm not racist, but Lyrs.. let's just make this shit clear
When you heard 'bout A Tribe Called Metts, you were makin clicky noises & wavin your spear
Far as flow? You're nowhere near the clout Neighbor's schemes have
I gotta razor clean swag.. watch me put the Edge to his cheek like the shaving cream ads
Beggin me for dirt on g0w & got nothin, you can't handle my squad
Ironic, you were prayin for answers.. & STILL couldn't hold a candle to God
My watches stay rocked up.. I put in work & floss, faggot
But if you ice ya wrist, it just means your hand's tired from jerkin off 'Hattan
I'm Lex Luger when I flex, you gonna die in this tourney now
Left hook, uppercut, headbutt, reverse suplex..
^ I just fit more material between a clothesline than Alvin dryin his jersey out
All you do is jock Scream & take it straight up the ass..
Constantly bitchin, while you & Star 69 over all the hang-ups you have
I'll throw his ass in a blender.. arm, leg, leg, arm, leave this faggot dismembered
Forensics'll have to scout for the Cavaliers so long, they'll wish they never drafted Eyenga
Lyrs
E'rrything you drop's basic. Stop fakin' that noise.
How you gettin' at Orc, if you're his clone look-alike when not takin' the 'roids?
With Neigh's noodle arms, it must suck to think he lifts.
He can't even keep THOSE Bi's Pumped...
...so he's never fuckin' Kinky Chicks.
You don't lick shots with twin glocks for killin' scary bitches.
But one clip from me's sure to leave NATO Tagged enough for military missions.
I'ma rise in the ranks - your hopeless, useless posse's brittle.
'Cause while I Climb the Pyramid, you're stuck drawin' DOHpe's Illuminati Symbol.
You slice wrists over losses to conquer anguish, stupid geek.
Good thing this shit ain't lifeordeath...
...Else the cuts'd be longer than his losin' streak.
You pre-write your weak lines for Fight Night, textin' raw trash.
No one thinks your Quis Styles're real...so I'll murk you 'til ya Dressed In All Black.
He's into weird shit like rim-jobs...an' other sex flings to-date.
There isn't a SINGLE restaurant that'a keep up with how many Red Wings he ate.
My dope tactics're so savage that they've owned faggots solo.
I stay with V's & W's, son...you couldn't even get close to any Volkswagen Logo.
Winner: Neighbor
YOU'RE BLACK AS FUCK, but that news isn't shocking
Cuz I'm a badass.. so every Christmas, I'd wake up & find you in my stocking
& I'm not racist, but Lyrs.. let's just make this shit clear
When you heard 'bout A Tribe Called Metts, you were makin clicky noises & wavin your spear
Far as flow? You're nowhere near the clout Neighbor's schemes have
I gotta razor clean swag.. watch me put the Edge to his cheek like the shaving cream ads
Beggin me for dirt on g0w & got nothin, you can't handle my squad
Ironic, you were prayin for answers.. & STILL couldn't hold a candle to God
My watches stay rocked up.. I put in work & floss, faggot
But if you ice ya wrist, it just means your hand's tired from jerkin off 'Hattan
I'm Lex Luger when I flex, you gonna die in this tourney now
Left hook, uppercut, headbutt, reverse suplex..
^ I just fit more material between a clothesline than Alvin dryin his jersey out
All you do is jock Scream & take it straight up the ass..
Constantly bitchin, while you & Star 69 over all the hang-ups you have
I'll throw his ass in a blender.. arm, leg, leg, arm, leave this faggot dismembered
Forensics'll have to scout for the Cavaliers so long, they'll wish they never drafted Eyenga
Lyrs
E'rrything you drop's basic. Stop fakin' that noise.
How you gettin' at Orc, if you're his clone look-alike when not takin' the 'roids?
With Neigh's noodle arms, it must suck to think he lifts.
He can't even keep THOSE Bi's Pumped...
...so he's never fuckin' Kinky Chicks.
You don't lick shots with twin glocks for killin' scary bitches.
But one clip from me's sure to leave NATO Tagged enough for military missions.
I'ma rise in the ranks - your hopeless, useless posse's brittle.
'Cause while I Climb the Pyramid, you're stuck drawin' DOHpe's Illuminati Symbol.
You slice wrists over losses to conquer anguish, stupid geek.
Good thing this shit ain't lifeordeath...
...Else the cuts'd be longer than his losin' streak.
You pre-write your weak lines for Fight Night, textin' raw trash.
No one thinks your Quis Styles're real...so I'll murk you 'til ya Dressed In All Black.
He's into weird shit like rim-jobs...an' other sex flings to-date.
There isn't a SINGLE restaurant that'a keep up with how many Red Wings he ate.
My dope tactics're so savage that they've owned faggots solo.
I stay with V's & W's, son...you couldn't even get close to any Volkswagen Logo.
Winner: Neighbor