trap.
02-10-2013, 04:35 PM
G.Hod
I own you. I won’t stop coming until this vocal extortion’s finished. .
13 was “Buy One, Get One” at the local abortion clinic. . (he got lucky)
A Disciple, eh? Without a doubt, my Jihad’s psalm is hotter
And I educate the Regime so much, P3 is their alma-mater
I mean, seriously. . Retaining this title is an idea not only far, but fetched
I scar this “vet,” the cat still doesn’t realize that his freaking b a r s a r e s t r e t c h e d
He’s got a ring of riders. . When I win, half of em will be datin’ me
They’ve been on his genitals since day one. . They’ll stay from point A2Z (biotch!)
Soon to be twenty-three losses? The Clippers of RB, but don’t be bothered I won
The realization is, if his kid’s a winner, then G. must’ve fathered his son
“G. called you an orphan!” The “father” cries like a snitch to his kiddie
Haters? How can you blame your losses on that when you’re a bitch by committee? (since 2003!)
When I’m through with you, coincidence? Your age will match your losses (twenty-three)
If this chump’s life is a Mortal Kombat then this stage is stashed with bosses
I’m vicious. . Go ahead and steal my prototype, cause I attack mock G.’s
You’ll need it, because your AIM ring is as worn out as your caps lock keys
13th Disciple
ur a pretty good lyricist but u have no chance at all.......i verbally
split skulls like the Hulk when Bruce Banner is pissed off/this dude
is awfully fucked when dueling wit Gods Kin, cuz like Homos
during tug of war, this faggot isn't pulling off the win/savage wit
sounds of sin.....fist exploding thru appendages, venom syringes
wit swift motion/bitch hopin.....hit u black and blue like africans
gazing into the ocean/my atrocious bars are blazin, tiring ur mind
when i double park in ur zone of contimplation/ur thoughts
replaced wit objects laced wit the image of me tossin asteroids
into masses to rock ur nation/ur verse wouldn't be seen if ya
attempted to text in in the sky wit 8 jets/ud swear u need
protection the way u gettin fucked when i lay-text (latex)/this
kid must be a gay flower pot.....the way his ass get soiled and
dug/and ur skill will never be highly elevated....even if it was
influenced by drugs/so ima spit this quick verse to show everyone
the skills that u lack/cuz ur like a running shoe wit holes.....ull
never get on a track/gettin ya ankles broke like playing basketball
in chucks/i'm detecting smucks, ya keyboard is ya chance to win,
i suggest u start pressing ur luck/so don't get mad if i lay u down
quick like sex on the first date/ya verse is all slick cheap talk
like oily discount books on tape/ur hearts racin.....i'm gunnin to
bust this bitches face in/if punches are food for thought......G.Hod
will die of starvation...........................served....... ...............1
Winner: G.Hod
I own you. I won’t stop coming until this vocal extortion’s finished. .
13 was “Buy One, Get One” at the local abortion clinic. . (he got lucky)
A Disciple, eh? Without a doubt, my Jihad’s psalm is hotter
And I educate the Regime so much, P3 is their alma-mater
I mean, seriously. . Retaining this title is an idea not only far, but fetched
I scar this “vet,” the cat still doesn’t realize that his freaking b a r s a r e s t r e t c h e d
He’s got a ring of riders. . When I win, half of em will be datin’ me
They’ve been on his genitals since day one. . They’ll stay from point A2Z (biotch!)
Soon to be twenty-three losses? The Clippers of RB, but don’t be bothered I won
The realization is, if his kid’s a winner, then G. must’ve fathered his son
“G. called you an orphan!” The “father” cries like a snitch to his kiddie
Haters? How can you blame your losses on that when you’re a bitch by committee? (since 2003!)
When I’m through with you, coincidence? Your age will match your losses (twenty-three)
If this chump’s life is a Mortal Kombat then this stage is stashed with bosses
I’m vicious. . Go ahead and steal my prototype, cause I attack mock G.’s
You’ll need it, because your AIM ring is as worn out as your caps lock keys
13th Disciple
ur a pretty good lyricist but u have no chance at all.......i verbally
split skulls like the Hulk when Bruce Banner is pissed off/this dude
is awfully fucked when dueling wit Gods Kin, cuz like Homos
during tug of war, this faggot isn't pulling off the win/savage wit
sounds of sin.....fist exploding thru appendages, venom syringes
wit swift motion/bitch hopin.....hit u black and blue like africans
gazing into the ocean/my atrocious bars are blazin, tiring ur mind
when i double park in ur zone of contimplation/ur thoughts
replaced wit objects laced wit the image of me tossin asteroids
into masses to rock ur nation/ur verse wouldn't be seen if ya
attempted to text in in the sky wit 8 jets/ud swear u need
protection the way u gettin fucked when i lay-text (latex)/this
kid must be a gay flower pot.....the way his ass get soiled and
dug/and ur skill will never be highly elevated....even if it was
influenced by drugs/so ima spit this quick verse to show everyone
the skills that u lack/cuz ur like a running shoe wit holes.....ull
never get on a track/gettin ya ankles broke like playing basketball
in chucks/i'm detecting smucks, ya keyboard is ya chance to win,
i suggest u start pressing ur luck/so don't get mad if i lay u down
quick like sex on the first date/ya verse is all slick cheap talk
like oily discount books on tape/ur hearts racin.....i'm gunnin to
bust this bitches face in/if punches are food for thought......G.Hod
will die of starvation...........................served....... ...............1
Winner: G.Hod