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02-17-2013, 01:41 PM
Lay Doubt
it's tight? well fuck trying to win the gauntlet, this kid is a fag
cuz if opposites attract.... then horud's got this shit in the bag
you're a wack motherfucker, stop frontin like you scare me guy
vylint crushed you with a self-glory verse in which he barely tried
yeah i'm very fly, while i'll toss aside any claim that this fag is mean
forget battling, look at LLL.. you couldn't even write a dope magazine
it's the fire i have to bring, poor hoe, explain why you're jocking me
when you'll never put lay-away.. unless you go on a shopping spree
still talking g? you're a mockery, cuz honestly you ain't stopping me
i rock with frees, you bother me, though you are decent.. topically
i'm money, k? lay's about to leave you bruised in a funny way
then we'll be seeing "nothing but blue skys" like it was a sunny day
none of your lines make sense, so nobody would demand a spit
in other words..
^ is just how you need to put ya verses to understand the shit
damn i'm sick, i'll never drop weak n' you can't even fight it dude
if i EVER came with trash.. i'd be wonderin who the fuck invited you
try n' hide it too, don't matter, i'm finally smashin this fag at last
but i do this for fun.. so my gun will meet ya head n' have a blast
fuck ya average ass, you'll get embarrassed if you play off ya hype
born made me diss skys.. now you'll need one to stay on the site
H dot Skys
Ima beat you drunk, just to show your no threat
Put a axe to ya neck, & leave you w/a buzz you'll neva forget
& Yet, why hate my game, your best is still only rental
Fuck religion, I'll have suicide bombers pay a visit to ur temple
Bite 2 times, I thought you was dope really its sad
Lays armed to the teeth w/The Best of J. Hensely in his Notepad
He's cursed, just a biter, A life time loser & you can't flip this
I'll put a map on ur back & use a chainsaw to reroute the district
U str8 wack, nor dope or tough, not even a good fella
I`ll make ya heart skip so many beats, you'll rap in acapella
Fuck the cliques, Ima Bosh ur brain in & put Lay in lock
Caz Alston him so quick, It'll put the Toronto Raptors in shock
My confidence is gone, but ima garner my health,
So I dropped Doubt, & started believein in myself
Crush ya throat & have u choked up on my stompin ground
If the best fall down sometimes, ur lay doubt all year round
Drunked herb, Ima deteeth this fag & make mattas worse,
You reek of Hens., I can see the traces all through ya verse
Have you burnin like whores, & buried in cement,
& if progress is a slow process, urs is stuck in arrested development
Winner: Lay Doubt
it's tight? well fuck trying to win the gauntlet, this kid is a fag
cuz if opposites attract.... then horud's got this shit in the bag
you're a wack motherfucker, stop frontin like you scare me guy
vylint crushed you with a self-glory verse in which he barely tried
yeah i'm very fly, while i'll toss aside any claim that this fag is mean
forget battling, look at LLL.. you couldn't even write a dope magazine
it's the fire i have to bring, poor hoe, explain why you're jocking me
when you'll never put lay-away.. unless you go on a shopping spree
still talking g? you're a mockery, cuz honestly you ain't stopping me
i rock with frees, you bother me, though you are decent.. topically
i'm money, k? lay's about to leave you bruised in a funny way
then we'll be seeing "nothing but blue skys" like it was a sunny day
none of your lines make sense, so nobody would demand a spit
in other words..
^ is just how you need to put ya verses to understand the shit
damn i'm sick, i'll never drop weak n' you can't even fight it dude
if i EVER came with trash.. i'd be wonderin who the fuck invited you
try n' hide it too, don't matter, i'm finally smashin this fag at last
but i do this for fun.. so my gun will meet ya head n' have a blast
fuck ya average ass, you'll get embarrassed if you play off ya hype
born made me diss skys.. now you'll need one to stay on the site
H dot Skys
Ima beat you drunk, just to show your no threat
Put a axe to ya neck, & leave you w/a buzz you'll neva forget
& Yet, why hate my game, your best is still only rental
Fuck religion, I'll have suicide bombers pay a visit to ur temple
Bite 2 times, I thought you was dope really its sad
Lays armed to the teeth w/The Best of J. Hensely in his Notepad
He's cursed, just a biter, A life time loser & you can't flip this
I'll put a map on ur back & use a chainsaw to reroute the district
U str8 wack, nor dope or tough, not even a good fella
I`ll make ya heart skip so many beats, you'll rap in acapella
Fuck the cliques, Ima Bosh ur brain in & put Lay in lock
Caz Alston him so quick, It'll put the Toronto Raptors in shock
My confidence is gone, but ima garner my health,
So I dropped Doubt, & started believein in myself
Crush ya throat & have u choked up on my stompin ground
If the best fall down sometimes, ur lay doubt all year round
Drunked herb, Ima deteeth this fag & make mattas worse,
You reek of Hens., I can see the traces all through ya verse
Have you burnin like whores, & buried in cement,
& if progress is a slow process, urs is stuck in arrested development
Winner: Lay Doubt