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02-18-2013, 06:11 PM
Calefaction:
Judgin by the convo N Ur pic.. ink the homo's right son..
He can't get a bitch at all.. cuz he looks so much like one..
This kid lacks pure talent.. he had a chicks stature..
So son came back wit a vengeance.. same one that bit fracture..
Changed his name N his style.. its acts dude...
Flipped lines under Hybrid Angel --yeah he bit that too..
I smack fools.. I'ma show U.. just forget the talkin..
Cuz Ur following patterns.. only found in a dentist office..
Lied 'bout how U was tough N ya crew was all soldiers..
.....Fuck wide.. this kid got some broadS shoulders..
No sir.. U wont win.. this kid's frail N gay..
Mad in his own pic..
..cuz he couldn't put his hair in pig tails or braids..
Impaled N played.. look I'll kick N crack ya guy..
So its good Ur wearin lipstick to kiss Ur ass goodbye..
N dude if it was a race.. U'd be left very swoll man..
Cuz U about to add Cale to Ur loss column.. like gary coleman..
Inkwell:
Now watch what fame tells, I'm the champ, I make it rain shells
Got a max security prison full of bitten lines inside ya brain cells
It's plain hell, see how ya ass'll look when I insert my shelltoes
Body on dirt, red and twitchin like I threw away a TickleMe Elmo
Rip open ya elbow, and faggot, Inkwell quick when he cuts you
Cause Cale's the only cat who has thicker bones than muscles
My tones'll bust you, uncreative fagg, I been thinkin concepts
Puttin more shots down ya throat then binge drinkin contests
Sinkin contests, and Cals no different, leavin ya downed, friend
You aint taken out Ink unless you're reloading ya fountain pen
Drownin men, you got a glimpse of fame, but I'll split ya frame
So thin a headband around ya neck look bigger than 50's chain
I'm no doctor, but I take care of wounds that might be cripplin
Cause I know it ain't safe to bite Fractures .. OR flip em
Grats on the marriage, Tom, but I'm leavin ya eye black soon
For bein the only one to have the reception in an AIM chatroom
Judgin by the convo N Ur pic.. ink the homo's right son..
He can't get a bitch at all.. cuz he looks so much like one..
This kid lacks pure talent.. he had a chicks stature..
So son came back wit a vengeance.. same one that bit fracture..
Changed his name N his style.. its acts dude...
Flipped lines under Hybrid Angel --yeah he bit that too..
I smack fools.. I'ma show U.. just forget the talkin..
Cuz Ur following patterns.. only found in a dentist office..
Lied 'bout how U was tough N ya crew was all soldiers..
.....Fuck wide.. this kid got some broadS shoulders..
No sir.. U wont win.. this kid's frail N gay..
Mad in his own pic..
..cuz he couldn't put his hair in pig tails or braids..
Impaled N played.. look I'll kick N crack ya guy..
So its good Ur wearin lipstick to kiss Ur ass goodbye..
N dude if it was a race.. U'd be left very swoll man..
Cuz U about to add Cale to Ur loss column.. like gary coleman..
Inkwell:
Now watch what fame tells, I'm the champ, I make it rain shells
Got a max security prison full of bitten lines inside ya brain cells
It's plain hell, see how ya ass'll look when I insert my shelltoes
Body on dirt, red and twitchin like I threw away a TickleMe Elmo
Rip open ya elbow, and faggot, Inkwell quick when he cuts you
Cause Cale's the only cat who has thicker bones than muscles
My tones'll bust you, uncreative fagg, I been thinkin concepts
Puttin more shots down ya throat then binge drinkin contests
Sinkin contests, and Cals no different, leavin ya downed, friend
You aint taken out Ink unless you're reloading ya fountain pen
Drownin men, you got a glimpse of fame, but I'll split ya frame
So thin a headband around ya neck look bigger than 50's chain
I'm no doctor, but I take care of wounds that might be cripplin
Cause I know it ain't safe to bite Fractures .. OR flip em
Grats on the marriage, Tom, but I'm leavin ya eye black soon
For bein the only one to have the reception in an AIM chatroom