04-30-2011, 01:33 PM
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Souf CHIolin
Rep Power: 17
Originally Posted by KingShyt
if the corp wuz the carter, mufucka, im Nino B.
throwin debo swings, flows be as tight as your emo jeans
shit, it be no thing, drownin fruits, lyrical jungle juice
cut'cha self in two, still you aint seein no double u's
this was a dope way to open up.
them pitifull writtens, you tossed at bronze wuz weak
punches never got to land, like they lost at sea
im high as apostrophy's, slumped in the dungeon dojo
puffin on blunts with soco, bussin' the dope flows
beat'cha with no votes, homie, cuz i already gots the belt
the real meth 'n inspectah read ya verses 'n shot themselves
joining Pac in hell, now two more rappers is underground
let's just call it three, cuz you aint lastin' another round
peep my gutta sound, homie, stayin true to the biz
you's below me, there's a lonely spot for you in my sig
came in, chopped heads and left him buried.
very nice FATALITY.
My vote: KingShyt
Originally Posted by Inspektah Meth-Tical
I lay down judgement on you sinning fools
This muthafuckabeating me?
Thatís like Michael Phelps drowning in his swimming pool
This made me laugh. not bad.
i'm a foot solider that roll with the infantry
been blessed since infancy pestilence induce the industry
get rid of you're fake ass instantly
not bad either.
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...