trap.
02-18-2013, 06:05 PM
Scientz:
ya kidneys gone bad, from taking a look at the past
when "u pee-in", the sight reminds u of nebs whoopin that ass
im number 2 for the moment, n im stunning n sickening
cuz scientz has the right to one, like a fucking opinion
i dont fold for none, i respect that ya holding guns
but tell me hows a 4 pound, stop a ••••• who rolls wit tons
believe ya dreams, till ya hit wit the heater n weakening
now u seeing pitch-black, like relievers in negro leagues
transvestites stickin u up, gettin that cash flow
they taking deal-dough, then shoving em inside his asshole
u were destined to lose, ur dumb, n proving ya features
im world class...n u got four in ya room, including the teacher
ur retarted cuz ya mother played games, she dead wrong
the bitch hopped skotch, to any liqour she gets her hands on
when i mention ariz, i'll bet a buck u piss in ya dickies
ever since u were catz food.....like whiskers n friskies
the gayest thing, got a navel ring, eyebrows wit mocha trim
but those studs in ya ear, r asking if u going home wit them
fags must be the smartest, im telling u that they are
cuz nobody "knows the deal"...unless mentioned in gay bars
think this geek is amazing? tang'll get beat wit the stainless
cracked his wig piece,
but he just copped some more weave to replace it
u'll get bucked down, n strapped to bricks, u better hush now
then u'll leap into a bay...like lambeau players after touchdowns
u winnings a fairy tale, but stop dressing in drag, niccuh
deal's a cinderella story,
that never returned the dress or glass slippers
ya surrounded by flames, knives'll leave u shoutin in pain
goin in ya memory bank, to open an account in my name
if the votes go ur way, these fags just hating against me
cuz i got the win mapped out, ur just navigating on instincts
I.Deal:
you inconsistent as fuck, & ya moms get popped n bruised
ya whole style is hit’n miss… i guess you play by poppas rules
ya not cockin tools, talks for fools.. cmon don’t play dawg
we all know that raw scientz was created to obey laws
and his verse is old shit.. big deal, he seen my stuff
im cutting edge, he aint sharp enough to make PBA season cuts
talkin like im a fag? that’s just you bullshittin selfishly
i don’t know a homo joke… uve never introduced yourself to me
you helpless, g.. I got that crack, and as honest can be
i got ya fam so strung out, theres no room left for wet laundry
you garbage, ya grammers retarded & that aint dope text
i got a license to kill… you fuckin failed ya road test
plus my weapons is large, so this n!gga destined for scars
now you catchin a raw deal… and trust me, death’s in the cards
you aint a hustla, it seem more like you on sleepin duty
i mean scientz keep a couch to his back like a cleveland QB
so watch ya hopes break fast.. youse a no name mannn
this text shit is my bread and butter, while ya toast stay jammed
uno dosay.. BLAM. game over, ••••• my game’s doper
ill get you punch drunk.. ^ that was a set up for a hangover
so if he talkin bout getting rich? sci’s a dumb man hopin,
the only raise he eva caught was with low spf sun tan lotion
u a bum, maad broke and - i’ll put holes in ya stained chest
i mean, ya crowd already lettin out sighs & don’t know ya name yet
ya spits are tame threats, n!gga this promise is so sincere
i hit targets.. u knew of my aim way before talkin to ThaSinsEar
you been queer.. frail ass bitch, I beat guys wit armor on
i mean.. im know to muscle’ems.. like bean pies and ramadan
so it’s a safe bet to say that solo isnt what you decided to do
the real truth is, you like 'orange' n!gga.. aint nuthin rhymin wit you.
ya kidneys gone bad, from taking a look at the past
when "u pee-in", the sight reminds u of nebs whoopin that ass
im number 2 for the moment, n im stunning n sickening
cuz scientz has the right to one, like a fucking opinion
i dont fold for none, i respect that ya holding guns
but tell me hows a 4 pound, stop a ••••• who rolls wit tons
believe ya dreams, till ya hit wit the heater n weakening
now u seeing pitch-black, like relievers in negro leagues
transvestites stickin u up, gettin that cash flow
they taking deal-dough, then shoving em inside his asshole
u were destined to lose, ur dumb, n proving ya features
im world class...n u got four in ya room, including the teacher
ur retarted cuz ya mother played games, she dead wrong
the bitch hopped skotch, to any liqour she gets her hands on
when i mention ariz, i'll bet a buck u piss in ya dickies
ever since u were catz food.....like whiskers n friskies
the gayest thing, got a navel ring, eyebrows wit mocha trim
but those studs in ya ear, r asking if u going home wit them
fags must be the smartest, im telling u that they are
cuz nobody "knows the deal"...unless mentioned in gay bars
think this geek is amazing? tang'll get beat wit the stainless
cracked his wig piece,
but he just copped some more weave to replace it
u'll get bucked down, n strapped to bricks, u better hush now
then u'll leap into a bay...like lambeau players after touchdowns
u winnings a fairy tale, but stop dressing in drag, niccuh
deal's a cinderella story,
that never returned the dress or glass slippers
ya surrounded by flames, knives'll leave u shoutin in pain
goin in ya memory bank, to open an account in my name
if the votes go ur way, these fags just hating against me
cuz i got the win mapped out, ur just navigating on instincts
I.Deal:
you inconsistent as fuck, & ya moms get popped n bruised
ya whole style is hit’n miss… i guess you play by poppas rules
ya not cockin tools, talks for fools.. cmon don’t play dawg
we all know that raw scientz was created to obey laws
and his verse is old shit.. big deal, he seen my stuff
im cutting edge, he aint sharp enough to make PBA season cuts
talkin like im a fag? that’s just you bullshittin selfishly
i don’t know a homo joke… uve never introduced yourself to me
you helpless, g.. I got that crack, and as honest can be
i got ya fam so strung out, theres no room left for wet laundry
you garbage, ya grammers retarded & that aint dope text
i got a license to kill… you fuckin failed ya road test
plus my weapons is large, so this n!gga destined for scars
now you catchin a raw deal… and trust me, death’s in the cards
you aint a hustla, it seem more like you on sleepin duty
i mean scientz keep a couch to his back like a cleveland QB
so watch ya hopes break fast.. youse a no name mannn
this text shit is my bread and butter, while ya toast stay jammed
uno dosay.. BLAM. game over, ••••• my game’s doper
ill get you punch drunk.. ^ that was a set up for a hangover
so if he talkin bout getting rich? sci’s a dumb man hopin,
the only raise he eva caught was with low spf sun tan lotion
u a bum, maad broke and - i’ll put holes in ya stained chest
i mean, ya crowd already lettin out sighs & don’t know ya name yet
ya spits are tame threats, n!gga this promise is so sincere
i hit targets.. u knew of my aim way before talkin to ThaSinsEar
you been queer.. frail ass bitch, I beat guys wit armor on
i mean.. im know to muscle’ems.. like bean pies and ramadan
so it’s a safe bet to say that solo isnt what you decided to do
the real truth is, you like 'orange' n!gga.. aint nuthin rhymin wit you.