You'll fumble quick when we rumble bitch, here's the sexual diss
If u ever sell a tape, u ain't sell what u was "spittin", u sold druel
When the beef's cookin, he hesitate to jump in, like its a cold pool
Sorry bout that stain on yo pillow, its from yo sister's nose bleed
After she got blood on my balls, pics of u suckin yo dog, she show'd me
Before the nose bleed, her "head" had me high, like i smoked weed
The hoes sweet, she wiped her nose then got back on both knees
Take this verse for a sex ed. class, yo study what i spit out
For real son, the only way u could "beat me's" if, my dick's out
If u want to get rid virgin shit, son there's plenty more reverens
If you really want it kid, i'll have red dots on yo ass twenty four seven
Is this yo "hood", yo hoodie'll catch feelins, when i diss yo "hood"
Beat me, u wish u could, u eat pussy like cake, "ayo this so good"
Bitch u should, bring yo stankin ass out the closet, u've "ben gay*"
I smelt u for what you are, go ask the preacher, if its a sin aye
But when he say "of course not", an take u to a backroom to rape you
Remember my lines can sedate too, so watch yo "backside", u fake duke
*The "ben gay" phrase, means you been gay, and the ointmen-ben gay, that's how i "smelt u for who u are" while u were in the "closet"
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 01-19-2007 at 04:29 PM.