trap.
01-24-2013, 10:13 PM
posted on 01-14-2005
JaydiN
Here ya go biatches ...
yo, yeah check this out....
you'll never be famous, kuz you won't make it hot//
i couldn't figure the equation, if hes gay or not//
i think when his parents had sex, they got the formula wrong//
kuz this dude thinks hes a man, but why is hes wearing thongs?//
this aint the playoffs, but i'll just end your season/ /
the way im gonna give you a beat, like fruityloops or reason//
i ain't taking it easy, except for all my other battles//
so you better come your best, or esle your gone like seattle//
i don't mean to dis, but this is just the way that i spit//
leaving you in the ditch, like miners who thought they were rich//
i check the predictions, and they all ridin on ya dick//
ima win with this round, and i ain't lyin to ya bitch//
i'm commin through so sick, you don't even want to know//
you failed this round, like doing bad on the finals//
you ain't going to pass, and im gonna make that a fact//
kuz the only way you will advance, is taking math classes//
vs.
Equation
you get dissed on,
owning these boards like number three on the pistons
like obese niggas, i never miss eating some Din, son
this the second time in this tourney i'm facing a Jay
No need to Post cause i'm taking this J like Peja taking a trey
this cat's relating to fakes, but what he don't bother to say
dont matter whether he's homo or snitch, Jay always holla at Jake
only way you're catchin a break, if all asians vote for you
system is damaged
that's how Yao makes All Star teams by winning the ballot
thought i was more savage then average but bestiality's his habit
keeps his worm in corpses as if it was a maggot
catchin a beatdown, bloody as hell's how i left ya
covered in red like you was trying for the role of Elecktra
who's gonna protect ya? ya crew knows my gun brings hell to sets
i'm known to own colts, the hood calls me Bill Belicheck
my lyrics is nasty, known to have niggas passed out
you can do randy moss one better, get punished for being assed out
equation.
JaydiN
Here ya go biatches ...
yo, yeah check this out....
you'll never be famous, kuz you won't make it hot//
i couldn't figure the equation, if hes gay or not//
i think when his parents had sex, they got the formula wrong//
kuz this dude thinks hes a man, but why is hes wearing thongs?//
this aint the playoffs, but i'll just end your season/ /
the way im gonna give you a beat, like fruityloops or reason//
i ain't taking it easy, except for all my other battles//
so you better come your best, or esle your gone like seattle//
i don't mean to dis, but this is just the way that i spit//
leaving you in the ditch, like miners who thought they were rich//
i check the predictions, and they all ridin on ya dick//
ima win with this round, and i ain't lyin to ya bitch//
i'm commin through so sick, you don't even want to know//
you failed this round, like doing bad on the finals//
you ain't going to pass, and im gonna make that a fact//
kuz the only way you will advance, is taking math classes//
vs.
Equation
you get dissed on,
owning these boards like number three on the pistons
like obese niggas, i never miss eating some Din, son
this the second time in this tourney i'm facing a Jay
No need to Post cause i'm taking this J like Peja taking a trey
this cat's relating to fakes, but what he don't bother to say
dont matter whether he's homo or snitch, Jay always holla at Jake
only way you're catchin a break, if all asians vote for you
system is damaged
that's how Yao makes All Star teams by winning the ballot
thought i was more savage then average but bestiality's his habit
keeps his worm in corpses as if it was a maggot
catchin a beatdown, bloody as hell's how i left ya
covered in red like you was trying for the role of Elecktra
who's gonna protect ya? ya crew knows my gun brings hell to sets
i'm known to own colts, the hood calls me Bill Belicheck
my lyrics is nasty, known to have niggas passed out
you can do randy moss one better, get punished for being assed out
equation.