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01-24-2013, 09:23 PM
Inkwell
Tre, Deuce, ONE MOTHERFUCKER.
Hope ya blocks ready, and your jockies? I'll drop every
& Have you breakin' on the ground like a member of RockSteady
Not only will I shit on this dunce and get rid of this cunt
But my lines leave you looking aweful, without hitting you once
I'm man, you're mouse. You can catch a few blows to ya mouth,
Peep me & you'll be Oh'n so much the bank'll foreclose on ya house
Usually I get inklings to destroy you lame weaklings
To swing and leave ya eyes Blue & Red together like gang peace treaties
Ya tourny future is bleak. To the rest: I'm hurtin this geek
Cause your lines are about as non-complex as suburban streets
You seen my verse last week, and shit was a recipient of boos
So how does it make you feel that you're STILL predicted to lose?
I'm the Text Jesus, before tryna match ya needa think quicker
Cause the only time you turn water to wine is with a drink mixer
Ink'll bruise ya, I rattle guys for lettin' down their guard, G
Ya such a loser ya own shadow tries to ditch you at parties
You know if you rip a dollar in half you can still put it in the bus? Saves 80 cents...
vs.
AntIc
im bangin this round.. even though this strangers locc n lame..
you got more played lines than board games and coccaine..
ya got a ride through first round, cuz ya friends ride cocks..
we know ya aint gettin puss, cuz ya think outside the box..
in second round im not just eliminating, im spearing frods..
this cats askin me to bring it on, cuz he upped his cheerleading squad..
its early for your shit man.. this aint no time for boastin..
cuz ill leave ya black n blue all over, like oils spills in oceans..
im abusin this kid.. like a father im bout straight belt ya..
you musta gave head last round, cuz even luck couldnt help ya..
aint no easy way this time, guess what? theres ruled to abide..
im confused, cuz ya so bitchmade how do you have a cock to ride..
im bringin ya down, im bout to demonstrate gravity..
ya spit so much filler, ya stop ya own cavitys..
game over, im sorry, ya tourney run goes no farther..
here, try puttin ! % * ~ !, after ya lines to make em hit harder.
inkwell wins.
Tre, Deuce, ONE MOTHERFUCKER.
Hope ya blocks ready, and your jockies? I'll drop every
& Have you breakin' on the ground like a member of RockSteady
Not only will I shit on this dunce and get rid of this cunt
But my lines leave you looking aweful, without hitting you once
I'm man, you're mouse. You can catch a few blows to ya mouth,
Peep me & you'll be Oh'n so much the bank'll foreclose on ya house
Usually I get inklings to destroy you lame weaklings
To swing and leave ya eyes Blue & Red together like gang peace treaties
Ya tourny future is bleak. To the rest: I'm hurtin this geek
Cause your lines are about as non-complex as suburban streets
You seen my verse last week, and shit was a recipient of boos
So how does it make you feel that you're STILL predicted to lose?
I'm the Text Jesus, before tryna match ya needa think quicker
Cause the only time you turn water to wine is with a drink mixer
Ink'll bruise ya, I rattle guys for lettin' down their guard, G
Ya such a loser ya own shadow tries to ditch you at parties
You know if you rip a dollar in half you can still put it in the bus? Saves 80 cents...
vs.
AntIc
im bangin this round.. even though this strangers locc n lame..
you got more played lines than board games and coccaine..
ya got a ride through first round, cuz ya friends ride cocks..
we know ya aint gettin puss, cuz ya think outside the box..
in second round im not just eliminating, im spearing frods..
this cats askin me to bring it on, cuz he upped his cheerleading squad..
its early for your shit man.. this aint no time for boastin..
cuz ill leave ya black n blue all over, like oils spills in oceans..
im abusin this kid.. like a father im bout straight belt ya..
you musta gave head last round, cuz even luck couldnt help ya..
aint no easy way this time, guess what? theres ruled to abide..
im confused, cuz ya so bitchmade how do you have a cock to ride..
im bringin ya down, im bout to demonstrate gravity..
ya spit so much filler, ya stop ya own cavitys..
game over, im sorry, ya tourney run goes no farther..
here, try puttin ! % * ~ !, after ya lines to make em hit harder.
inkwell wins.