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01-25-2013, 04:19 PM
02-10-2003
STAYT OF MINDS VERSE
Fuck rhymin, u lucky just-to-be, sittin next-to-me/
When i spit this, you witness, lyrical extasy/
Im the next-MC/ To slay the instigator/
All i needs, a joint of weed, and this pen-n-paper/
hes such a bitch, that suckin dick, is truly in-his-nature/
open ur eyes, your own demise is all u instigatin/
your end is come, u better run, but u just sittin-waitn/
U already lost before u asked to battle-me/
u have-ta-see/ ill beat you savagely/ now bow down and call me majesty/
How can you spit when your voice-box is always full of little boys-cocks?/
My lyrics slicin u, cause u n ur writin-crew/ spit shit so cold ur lips are covered with icicles/
so get of my testicles/ your given my nuts frost-bite/
your One and O, (1-0)well say hello to your first lost-fight/
INSTIGATING 187'S VERSE
*states-of-mind couldnt heat up satans-origin-marks/*
*cuz his lyrics serves only women flooring-this-start/*
he couldnt be a beat if he was scoring-a-heart/
touring-this-retart intill hes pourin-the-art/
this kid couldnt hammer-headz if dicks was attached/
I played jigsaw with his lyrics and the sticks couldnt match/
my fist will smash hes a lisp with caps(liquid cap)/
he only types bolder cuz his HIPS-WAS-STASHED/
Finisher
Playing with duels,like waves becoming "shocked"/
this games becoming locked cuz he couldnt win if his brain was on top/
STAYT OF MINDS VERSE
Fuck rhymin, u lucky just-to-be, sittin next-to-me/
When i spit this, you witness, lyrical extasy/
Im the next-MC/ To slay the instigator/
All i needs, a joint of weed, and this pen-n-paper/
hes such a bitch, that suckin dick, is truly in-his-nature/
open ur eyes, your own demise is all u instigatin/
your end is come, u better run, but u just sittin-waitn/
U already lost before u asked to battle-me/
u have-ta-see/ ill beat you savagely/ now bow down and call me majesty/
How can you spit when your voice-box is always full of little boys-cocks?/
My lyrics slicin u, cause u n ur writin-crew/ spit shit so cold ur lips are covered with icicles/
so get of my testicles/ your given my nuts frost-bite/
your One and O, (1-0)well say hello to your first lost-fight/
INSTIGATING 187'S VERSE
*states-of-mind couldnt heat up satans-origin-marks/*
*cuz his lyrics serves only women flooring-this-start/*
he couldnt be a beat if he was scoring-a-heart/
touring-this-retart intill hes pourin-the-art/
this kid couldnt hammer-headz if dicks was attached/
I played jigsaw with his lyrics and the sticks couldnt match/
my fist will smash hes a lisp with caps(liquid cap)/
he only types bolder cuz his HIPS-WAS-STASHED/
Finisher
Playing with duels,like waves becoming "shocked"/
this games becoming locked cuz he couldnt win if his brain was on top/