trap.
01-23-2013, 10:21 AM
posted on 04-08-2005
Your Mom Goes to College!
Meh..may as well post now.
You're a loser, so quit rap..I know you can't pen this,
You only get shown love, cuz you fucking suck at tennis.
I dominate kids, and forreal, I'm know to bomb hoes,
So I ain't talking KFC, when I'ma give Classick comboes.
This kid's completely played out, and I ain't a sympathizer,
cuz Class couldn't create a new wave, with a fucking synthesizer.
The stupidest herb around..so any wittiness is momentary,
Man..he couldn't show me the termoil, with a goddamn dictionary.
He sucks at keying, so watch me merk this dumb ho,
Fact is, Class can't even get blood tests without making typos.
You come played as hell..whereas I don't give a shit,
Difference is..
I BREAK the mold, your verses are just covered in it.
Dude..you're lame as fuck, I'll quickly murder this fool's pen,
'n I seen ya lifestyle, so when did wearing pink become cool again?
Seriously, this kid's a blasphemous retard, and he can whore me?
Church called him a heathen..then Class waited for the rest of the story.
vs
ClasSick
look...
inflicting pain is automatic...kid, youre gonna have it
i'll beat you repeaditly...so you can feel the force of habit
my rhymes get props, cuz they hit hard 'n hectic
but heads dont sleep on yours... they turn narcoleptic
i write independent here and there... to much avail
'n this kid wants to freelance too... cuz his boyfriends in jail
i'll strike your face, 'n leave your gums swollen 'n all
and i'll only spare your teeth.... with a fuckin bowling ball
i got swift movin punches. my fists fly like a pilot
leave ya with'a patch of black on ya eye, that could rival a pirate
im clobberrin this dood. he dont got a pot to pee in
his only glimmer of hope.. reflects from all the stars he's seein
youve got good intent makin up shit, but pause it..
rhymes so fabricated with good will, they look like ya closet
i'll embarrass your scronny ass. youre weak...its true son
next time we battle keep ya chin-up...or at least learn to do one
better luck next time.
Your Mom Goes to College!
Meh..may as well post now.
You're a loser, so quit rap..I know you can't pen this,
You only get shown love, cuz you fucking suck at tennis.
I dominate kids, and forreal, I'm know to bomb hoes,
So I ain't talking KFC, when I'ma give Classick comboes.
This kid's completely played out, and I ain't a sympathizer,
cuz Class couldn't create a new wave, with a fucking synthesizer.
The stupidest herb around..so any wittiness is momentary,
Man..he couldn't show me the termoil, with a goddamn dictionary.
He sucks at keying, so watch me merk this dumb ho,
Fact is, Class can't even get blood tests without making typos.
You come played as hell..whereas I don't give a shit,
Difference is..
I BREAK the mold, your verses are just covered in it.
Dude..you're lame as fuck, I'll quickly murder this fool's pen,
'n I seen ya lifestyle, so when did wearing pink become cool again?
Seriously, this kid's a blasphemous retard, and he can whore me?
Church called him a heathen..then Class waited for the rest of the story.
vs
ClasSick
look...
inflicting pain is automatic...kid, youre gonna have it
i'll beat you repeaditly...so you can feel the force of habit
my rhymes get props, cuz they hit hard 'n hectic
but heads dont sleep on yours... they turn narcoleptic
i write independent here and there... to much avail
'n this kid wants to freelance too... cuz his boyfriends in jail
i'll strike your face, 'n leave your gums swollen 'n all
and i'll only spare your teeth.... with a fuckin bowling ball
i got swift movin punches. my fists fly like a pilot
leave ya with'a patch of black on ya eye, that could rival a pirate
im clobberrin this dood. he dont got a pot to pee in
his only glimmer of hope.. reflects from all the stars he's seein
youve got good intent makin up shit, but pause it..
rhymes so fabricated with good will, they look like ya closet
i'll embarrass your scronny ass. youre weak...its true son
next time we battle keep ya chin-up...or at least learn to do one
better luck next time.