trap.
01-25-2013, 04:37 PM
02-27-2003
d-compose
Yo it Looks like Ds about to compose another key-style klassic//
You about as complex as a game of scrabble played by a spastic//
You spit played lines like I fucked your mum you bitch white gay//
But you Couldnt even rock the crowd if you had Medusa on stage!//
All Aspectz and members of your crew are fuckin fake and wack//
Even owning a railway, still only crew members ride your tracks*//
Ya heartlesslike I made an incision to your neck from-chest//
Beat me? you need more good look than a staring contest**//
Dont start me especially not on bboys.com//
My rhymesll blow ya mind with a double barrel shotgun//
Takin you 2 battle skool, u bout to get taught a lesson//
Cant have Christmas at ya show, u got no fuckin stage presence//
Only multi I can see from you is in your fuckin wack name Red-Cel//
Leave you contemplating, like I pick up the soap in this shower prison cell?//
Claimin you are ill?! Like a hypochondriac you a liar//
You need 2 borrow sum skills, elevate, take your rhymes hire// (higher)
May still be standing but its D whos tha tournament survivor//
Eatin yo woman out jus like hip-hop, in sex you a bite her (biter)//
no show, or showdown, a win for D still beckons//
Like faulty money you takin a long time to cheque (check) in//
Bio claimin you a gonna shoot me, convincing with avatar set as an uzi// (see his profile)
You aim for my sentences, like a jury, but Im gods ghost writer just goes through me.
*dick rydin
** luck - look
d-compose
Yo it Looks like Ds about to compose another key-style klassic//
You about as complex as a game of scrabble played by a spastic//
You spit played lines like I fucked your mum you bitch white gay//
But you Couldnt even rock the crowd if you had Medusa on stage!//
All Aspectz and members of your crew are fuckin fake and wack//
Even owning a railway, still only crew members ride your tracks*//
Ya heartlesslike I made an incision to your neck from-chest//
Beat me? you need more good look than a staring contest**//
Dont start me especially not on bboys.com//
My rhymesll blow ya mind with a double barrel shotgun//
Takin you 2 battle skool, u bout to get taught a lesson//
Cant have Christmas at ya show, u got no fuckin stage presence//
Only multi I can see from you is in your fuckin wack name Red-Cel//
Leave you contemplating, like I pick up the soap in this shower prison cell?//
Claimin you are ill?! Like a hypochondriac you a liar//
You need 2 borrow sum skills, elevate, take your rhymes hire// (higher)
May still be standing but its D whos tha tournament survivor//
Eatin yo woman out jus like hip-hop, in sex you a bite her (biter)//
no show, or showdown, a win for D still beckons//
Like faulty money you takin a long time to cheque (check) in//
Bio claimin you a gonna shoot me, convincing with avatar set as an uzi// (see his profile)
You aim for my sentences, like a jury, but Im gods ghost writer just goes through me.
*dick rydin
** luck - look