trap.
02-10-2013, 04:54 PM
Shadows Edge
ya texts wack, and know this, ya just a slow shit
telling us you get advice from jr kids - as if we hadn't noticed
not nice with audio, kids recordings wont show
cuz the governments killing free speech, now he can't afford it no more
i'll beat this hobo fo sho, best trust it fellas
and when the dust finally settles… he’ll just be jealous
you ain't a playa, take off the bling and arm band
cuz ya life got the most boring plot, besides chrits farm land
got friends? nah, ya fakin, still using drugs for evasion
cuz when you grab a bud and roll, it aint a social occasion
so dull, ya facing.. me again, never see ya win, ya useless
& i'd drop wackness, but i thought better of it, then i do of you, bitch
so ill drop you instead...
with strikes from pool sticks that stay mashing, I'll land some
and rampart in your throat, like singing the national anthem
can't take charge, emotional scars got you falling a lot
cuz hes got some bad hangups, with regards to calling the shots
best be stopping ya drops.. $pit a winner? please
this bitch sees the second coming, like religious ephipanies
even thats too good, if ya missed it, its so true
this wackest bitch is so forth.. 's why nobody's ever listed below you
$pitacular
Loosin my tie, I smile, grab the noose & the blade
once again we meet, so I’m backstabbing you in the face
don’t even talk to me, start sum’, ya body’ll never surface
talk is cheap, but somehow you went n’ made it worthless
never nervous, though you throw flames some, I do admit
but see you arson, I’m daddy, and that’s just the way it is
shit any fire you got, came from me, to the last ember
if ridin my dick was a job, you’d be the senior staff member
let you live this time, better hope we do not meet again
you won’t be getting off scott-free, more like scott peterson
crazy to even show, knowin this fight might get you deaded
can’t be in ya right mind, that whole side of ya head dented
ya lyrics suck, punches wack, the crowd sounds fed
as far as ya accent, I only like the way you prounouced dead
go ahead, keep screaming, this process might take a minute
right after this reaming, you’ll be hard-pressed to make an image
take a minute to think first, hoe you ain’t even tough to me
n’ your legacy a broken knee, if you ever step up to me
the final move, made you mad, bagged ya chick dude
easily took, read ya bitch like a book, chapter lips too
Winner: Shadows Edge
ya texts wack, and know this, ya just a slow shit
telling us you get advice from jr kids - as if we hadn't noticed
not nice with audio, kids recordings wont show
cuz the governments killing free speech, now he can't afford it no more
i'll beat this hobo fo sho, best trust it fellas
and when the dust finally settles… he’ll just be jealous
you ain't a playa, take off the bling and arm band
cuz ya life got the most boring plot, besides chrits farm land
got friends? nah, ya fakin, still using drugs for evasion
cuz when you grab a bud and roll, it aint a social occasion
so dull, ya facing.. me again, never see ya win, ya useless
& i'd drop wackness, but i thought better of it, then i do of you, bitch
so ill drop you instead...
with strikes from pool sticks that stay mashing, I'll land some
and rampart in your throat, like singing the national anthem
can't take charge, emotional scars got you falling a lot
cuz hes got some bad hangups, with regards to calling the shots
best be stopping ya drops.. $pit a winner? please
this bitch sees the second coming, like religious ephipanies
even thats too good, if ya missed it, its so true
this wackest bitch is so forth.. 's why nobody's ever listed below you
$pitacular
Loosin my tie, I smile, grab the noose & the blade
once again we meet, so I’m backstabbing you in the face
don’t even talk to me, start sum’, ya body’ll never surface
talk is cheap, but somehow you went n’ made it worthless
never nervous, though you throw flames some, I do admit
but see you arson, I’m daddy, and that’s just the way it is
shit any fire you got, came from me, to the last ember
if ridin my dick was a job, you’d be the senior staff member
let you live this time, better hope we do not meet again
you won’t be getting off scott-free, more like scott peterson
crazy to even show, knowin this fight might get you deaded
can’t be in ya right mind, that whole side of ya head dented
ya lyrics suck, punches wack, the crowd sounds fed
as far as ya accent, I only like the way you prounouced dead
go ahead, keep screaming, this process might take a minute
right after this reaming, you’ll be hard-pressed to make an image
take a minute to think first, hoe you ain’t even tough to me
n’ your legacy a broken knee, if you ever step up to me
the final move, made you mad, bagged ya chick dude
easily took, read ya bitch like a book, chapter lips too
Winner: Shadows Edge