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02-16-2013, 07:21 PM
Untold
pers's luck is shit. so quit talkin like ya tough as brick
cuz ur such a pussy, ass, <-which is also in the same order i fuck ya chick
pers an animal? i'll take this dawg to the pound
sweatin like a bitch in heat? i had no idea ur mom was around
$pit exposed u as a biter. i hope ur conscience is hurting
but i'll leave it in the past.. unlike the flipped concepts ur always rewording
the jersey shore full'a gays. p ya goofy
so u took advantage of the situation, by slippin him GHB n roofies
champ? i doubt it. i won't let it slide cuzin
only pers holdin a worthy title.. has 'LV' stitched on the side of it
per$ looks up to me. stop frontin u dummy
u sweat me so hard, on a hot day u'd give my balls a run for their money
bitch, i sting like a bee. i'm ignited wit gas n fire
s'when i roll wit the punches, u'd think Ali was whoopin ur ass wit tires
ur a gymnast at flippin concepts n a known, faker
so i'll admit that somersault.. but the rest are bland with no flavor
the second i drop ya, pers'll be coughin up shit
i'd never kick a man while hes down, which is why i'll keep stompin this bitch
a chick wit pers, isn't really the case
cuz bitches wit handbags.. hand-bags to u to put over ur hideous face
the crew ya reppin has fallen to an all gay corruption
i aint seen scyts filled wit this many fags since RENT was a broadway production
pers has no life. while im stirin up shit like a monsoon
ur burnin the candle at both ends, now ya only source of heat'll be gone soon
20 somethin n im just keyin this fam
so i went over 18.. cuz if i went under, pers would be creamin his pants
i aint gotta read ya OM's.. this dummy's obnoxious
cuz i know ya 'Stories of Confliction' were u battlin wit comin out of the closet
exhausted? im off to jamaica where the weed is bizerk
as i enter the plane n get on bored<--thats how we'll feel from readin ya verse
Personal
jamaica! go light one up... listen to some bob marley and swag it
when you get back i'll be jammin... your body into a coffin you faggot
your fake as fuck.. thinkin you hood.. it's the most viscous of syndromes
cuz you ain't thug or g... but you sure as hell wish you were in one
he knows not to battle me.. once it's time to pay the price than he's bookin
have people sayin unyain trouble.. when he gets sliced like i'm cookin
im bout to waste this knat... pay attention...watch his face get smacked
cuz the only things we like that un do... are when he takes them back
why even go to jamaica? that's about as dumb as sayin un's a vet
I mean you could go on some one love shit.. but we all know your one love is text
you got no talent, friends or prospects.. all you are is the cockiest homo
we can bet that last week wasn't the first time in ya life that god was a no show
him and his girl got nothin goin for them.. just think of all that time wasted
shit he'd probably cellar for sex.. since he never leaves his moms basement
you don't have any momentum... don't act like people talk about you
yeah you had the wind at ur back... for a split second when i knocked it out you
i'll end this dude with the quickness.. cuz i do shit prompt like an agent
leave him tarred and feathered..cuz this chicken's gettin stomped to the pavement
i've owned this guy repeatedly.. if he talks back he gets slapped like a bitch
when im around his hearts racin so fast usain bolt asks him for tips
that's damn right homie.. most people know that i'm a dangerous dude
shit I know you think im a threat... but i can't say i think the same for you
you actually think you'll get the title? dude please.. you're a faggot
but everyone agrees that un worthy.. is what you would be if you had it
honestly i'll light you up... stop thinkin you're nice.. you suck
so when i say you enjoyable... i'm just talkin bout those dykes you fuck
it's annoying going against this dude..why am i always facing wit these queers?
his profile's about as empty as the fucking space between his ears
you'll never be better than me... whether it's at text or building wealth
cuz if you had to live by my standards.. shit.. you'd have to kill yourself
Winner: Personal
pers's luck is shit. so quit talkin like ya tough as brick
cuz ur such a pussy, ass, <-which is also in the same order i fuck ya chick
pers an animal? i'll take this dawg to the pound
sweatin like a bitch in heat? i had no idea ur mom was around
$pit exposed u as a biter. i hope ur conscience is hurting
but i'll leave it in the past.. unlike the flipped concepts ur always rewording
the jersey shore full'a gays. p ya goofy
so u took advantage of the situation, by slippin him GHB n roofies
champ? i doubt it. i won't let it slide cuzin
only pers holdin a worthy title.. has 'LV' stitched on the side of it
per$ looks up to me. stop frontin u dummy
u sweat me so hard, on a hot day u'd give my balls a run for their money
bitch, i sting like a bee. i'm ignited wit gas n fire
s'when i roll wit the punches, u'd think Ali was whoopin ur ass wit tires
ur a gymnast at flippin concepts n a known, faker
so i'll admit that somersault.. but the rest are bland with no flavor
the second i drop ya, pers'll be coughin up shit
i'd never kick a man while hes down, which is why i'll keep stompin this bitch
a chick wit pers, isn't really the case
cuz bitches wit handbags.. hand-bags to u to put over ur hideous face
the crew ya reppin has fallen to an all gay corruption
i aint seen scyts filled wit this many fags since RENT was a broadway production
pers has no life. while im stirin up shit like a monsoon
ur burnin the candle at both ends, now ya only source of heat'll be gone soon
20 somethin n im just keyin this fam
so i went over 18.. cuz if i went under, pers would be creamin his pants
i aint gotta read ya OM's.. this dummy's obnoxious
cuz i know ya 'Stories of Confliction' were u battlin wit comin out of the closet
exhausted? im off to jamaica where the weed is bizerk
as i enter the plane n get on bored<--thats how we'll feel from readin ya verse
Personal
jamaica! go light one up... listen to some bob marley and swag it
when you get back i'll be jammin... your body into a coffin you faggot
your fake as fuck.. thinkin you hood.. it's the most viscous of syndromes
cuz you ain't thug or g... but you sure as hell wish you were in one
he knows not to battle me.. once it's time to pay the price than he's bookin
have people sayin unyain trouble.. when he gets sliced like i'm cookin
im bout to waste this knat... pay attention...watch his face get smacked
cuz the only things we like that un do... are when he takes them back
why even go to jamaica? that's about as dumb as sayin un's a vet
I mean you could go on some one love shit.. but we all know your one love is text
you got no talent, friends or prospects.. all you are is the cockiest homo
we can bet that last week wasn't the first time in ya life that god was a no show
him and his girl got nothin goin for them.. just think of all that time wasted
shit he'd probably cellar for sex.. since he never leaves his moms basement
you don't have any momentum... don't act like people talk about you
yeah you had the wind at ur back... for a split second when i knocked it out you
i'll end this dude with the quickness.. cuz i do shit prompt like an agent
leave him tarred and feathered..cuz this chicken's gettin stomped to the pavement
i've owned this guy repeatedly.. if he talks back he gets slapped like a bitch
when im around his hearts racin so fast usain bolt asks him for tips
that's damn right homie.. most people know that i'm a dangerous dude
shit I know you think im a threat... but i can't say i think the same for you
you actually think you'll get the title? dude please.. you're a faggot
but everyone agrees that un worthy.. is what you would be if you had it
honestly i'll light you up... stop thinkin you're nice.. you suck
so when i say you enjoyable... i'm just talkin bout those dykes you fuck
it's annoying going against this dude..why am i always facing wit these queers?
his profile's about as empty as the fucking space between his ears
you'll never be better than me... whether it's at text or building wealth
cuz if you had to live by my standards.. shit.. you'd have to kill yourself
Winner: Personal