trap.
01-25-2013, 04:25 PM
02-13-2003
kae wayne
if you don't get the punches dont vote..
glade, raising a white flag, yeah, thats HIGHLY likely/
hoped for it so bad you prolly' smeared your tidey whiteys /
Crush your face plate, keep punching you til your rib cage breaks/
And at last your fate is sealed inside a box that's casket shaped/
This faggot hates the extreme beatings that I give to my victims/
It'll blow you out the water, or have you living where fish swim/
The reaper knows how i beat my foes, putting them in sleeper holds/
I won't have to beat you bare, after this you'll give me your clothes/
Shook by glade, some debating, but instead you're hating/
Takin a break from the ring, like married couples seperating/
Perhaps wit broke hands you can come to grips wit losing ya mind/
Stop fakin complexity in wack rhymes, its only proven in time/
Confess it, skills? you dont possess it, so why contest this/
I've had harder hassles with my dick when tryin to caress it/
I add lines within reason and leave you subtracted as numbers/
Spring back and you fall in front like the season after summer/
Ya syle is average, I'm embarrassed that you're dyin to share it/
Cuz I got you lookin over your shoulders like a pirate's parrot/
Drop me, NEVER, electrifying, you'll get shocked the hell up/
glades a Huge fan of the Stone Age so watch me Roc-a-fella /
PoizonusJK
testin-the-rap-that meanz i'm bad luck an ya next-to-get-clapped-fast
illest newbie?...why ya proud of being the best-of-the-wack-katz?
you ain't know-P's-force, don't try me in a flowing-war
cuz even in rare form, Glade's found in most grocery-stores!!
i'll spark-caps with a harsh-laugh, an fill you with bullet-slugz
dissed P?...he's got no 'sense' so i'll visit ICU n 'pull-his-plug'!
back-off, ya rap-soft, the mad-dog's ignitin-this-pawn's-set
when hatchetz decapitate you like a Rhabbi circumcizin-the-wrong-head!
i'm makin maults-wit-a-guy's-bonez, you talkin-but-why-so?
P'll send you on a mescaline 'trip' while you walkin-a-tightrope!!
in verses-i-wreck-lethal, burners is turnin-ya-head-see-thru
i'll kill off the entire planet then start murderin-dead-people!
strangle-ya-breath, mangle-ya-chest till it's hangin danglin-flesh
hollow ur eyes n send u on a 'blind date' wit the angel-of-death!!
ya skill's a fable-at-best, while i'm keepin nitro-bustin
leave spine-bones-crushin, n put a pump to ya stomach like liposuction!!
they'll give me all-of-the-credit when ya balls'll-get-shredded
punch thru ur ribs n have the demons inside u callin-for-medics!!
pound-this-faget, acid an axez...i'll drown-an-hack-him
drop the piecez in body bagz, an thas why Glade's found-in-plastic!!!
kae wayne
if you don't get the punches dont vote..
glade, raising a white flag, yeah, thats HIGHLY likely/
hoped for it so bad you prolly' smeared your tidey whiteys /
Crush your face plate, keep punching you til your rib cage breaks/
And at last your fate is sealed inside a box that's casket shaped/
This faggot hates the extreme beatings that I give to my victims/
It'll blow you out the water, or have you living where fish swim/
The reaper knows how i beat my foes, putting them in sleeper holds/
I won't have to beat you bare, after this you'll give me your clothes/
Shook by glade, some debating, but instead you're hating/
Takin a break from the ring, like married couples seperating/
Perhaps wit broke hands you can come to grips wit losing ya mind/
Stop fakin complexity in wack rhymes, its only proven in time/
Confess it, skills? you dont possess it, so why contest this/
I've had harder hassles with my dick when tryin to caress it/
I add lines within reason and leave you subtracted as numbers/
Spring back and you fall in front like the season after summer/
Ya syle is average, I'm embarrassed that you're dyin to share it/
Cuz I got you lookin over your shoulders like a pirate's parrot/
Drop me, NEVER, electrifying, you'll get shocked the hell up/
glades a Huge fan of the Stone Age so watch me Roc-a-fella /
PoizonusJK
testin-the-rap-that meanz i'm bad luck an ya next-to-get-clapped-fast
illest newbie?...why ya proud of being the best-of-the-wack-katz?
you ain't know-P's-force, don't try me in a flowing-war
cuz even in rare form, Glade's found in most grocery-stores!!
i'll spark-caps with a harsh-laugh, an fill you with bullet-slugz
dissed P?...he's got no 'sense' so i'll visit ICU n 'pull-his-plug'!
back-off, ya rap-soft, the mad-dog's ignitin-this-pawn's-set
when hatchetz decapitate you like a Rhabbi circumcizin-the-wrong-head!
i'm makin maults-wit-a-guy's-bonez, you talkin-but-why-so?
P'll send you on a mescaline 'trip' while you walkin-a-tightrope!!
in verses-i-wreck-lethal, burners is turnin-ya-head-see-thru
i'll kill off the entire planet then start murderin-dead-people!
strangle-ya-breath, mangle-ya-chest till it's hangin danglin-flesh
hollow ur eyes n send u on a 'blind date' wit the angel-of-death!!
ya skill's a fable-at-best, while i'm keepin nitro-bustin
leave spine-bones-crushin, n put a pump to ya stomach like liposuction!!
they'll give me all-of-the-credit when ya balls'll-get-shredded
punch thru ur ribs n have the demons inside u callin-for-medics!!
pound-this-faget, acid an axez...i'll drown-an-hack-him
drop the piecez in body bagz, an thas why Glade's found-in-plastic!!!