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    anyone up for a challenge 18 bar 2 round battle !



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    Upping!



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    im in

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    throw your trash out bagged in the green glad bag
    ripped apart by hungry racoons shredded your notepad
    stop playin' or i'm skunk sparying this chump cunt laying
    his style primitive beware cocoa i have shots to give
    receive the spinal cord snap mummy wrapped wig
    your in-active lyrics distored in audio like u was on an acid trip
    dangerous for you mouse the cats don't play they kill
    but you have cerebal palsy so i'll slap em then chill
    hand me the dollars so i can pay these over-due bills
    And skeet in your wisdom in her mouth savage how the seeds spill
    you kissing that whore while i just walked calmly through the backdoor
    light your fire it's a rap war you gettin' money still i stack more
    6 more bars to go and then your face on the floor
    flee from the bricks caught you with floating spits hitting like hollow-tips
    you pointed out the kid know you roasted hoarhead pig
    thrown up instead of digested dead to never be resserected
    or respected presented with a smash slapped up for pockets of math
    pretend and i'll slash the pupil in the left-eye and for your left-over cash



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    i drop mines 2morrow

    good shit!!

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    yo snakes in the grass, i can hear them straight hissing,
    homie aint got balls, you sit when you pissing,
    you swinging and missing when I deliver my pitch,
    hindering my sales will leave you laying in a ditch,
    you's a bitch ass hoe, and the reason I know, cuz
    in between ya legs is some fat ass camel toe, and
    Im sick like the bubonic, so knuckle up like sonic,
    tetonic plates will shift the world when im blowing my chronic,
    practically tactical, my faculty is an obstacle,
    heat from my hollow leaves you melting like a popsicle,
    hospital induced, quite possible i produce,
    squeeze ya up tightly that I get all the juice,
    then I drink ya up nicely with some eggs and some toast,
    if ya blink at the crime scene im finna be ghost!
    Most of yall keep hating on the one that excites,
    so I slice and dice like white lice in ya hair,
    my bullets are quite precise as they enter the air,
    only one i fear is the devil staring in my face,
    so when im missing without a trace, ill be dwelling in satan's place,
    which is hell, i never completely fell off my feet,
    but ill discretely defeat, any mc that wants to meet me,
    Im not a nuisance to ya ears, street influenced by my peers,
    rolling down the street straight up bucking shots at queers,
    releasing mags from my pistol, sending fags back to frisco,
    this time in caskets, provide a skeletal disco!
    I'm the Greatest Scientifically Inclined Mind Since Einstein!!!!

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    i remember ur mother is a bitch
    fucking wit the niggaz and the drugdealerz on tha streetz/
    let me bring u any good purpose
    if u aint shit listening to papoose/
    what u should do is commit suicide
    intrepid, malignant thats my desire/
    i will decipher u with my sp roland
    and you will keep safe while try to learn from vaughans/
    its not my hysteria or my revenge
    its middle spanish named by the beast/
    i do what the poor people does..
    to be honest in this world is like to try to add mo bass/

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    Quote Originally Posted by mikhail213 View Post
    i remember ur mother is a bitch
    fucking wit the niggaz and the drugdealerz on tha streetz/
    let me bring u any good purpose
    if u aint shit listening to papoose/
    what u should do is commit suicide
    intrepid, malignant thats my desire/
    i will decipher u with my sp roland
    and you will keep safe while try to learn from vaughans/
    its not my hysteria or my revenge
    its middle spanish named by the beast/
    i do what the poor people does..
    to be honest in this world is like to try to add mo bass/

    Verbal murder catastraphe your trash to me
    Quit rapping i hear you have more half-breeds to breed
    that verse was a good laugh to me poppa you the last to lead
    heard your a weed-head known to touch seeds like catholic priests
    i told you 18 bars.. he's like do i have to read?
    your six short so i'll end this battle easily
    make you a casultie so casually
    beat you half to death so your half deceased
    Bout to teach you about spitting so have a seat
    and take notes chances of survival are slim like immigrants headed to the states on old boats
    See i'll deport your lyrics as you report hysterics
    you style is pussy so be easy before i tear it



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Quote Originally Posted by corky831 View Post
    yo snakes in the grass, i can hear them straight hissing,
    homie aint got balls, you sit when you pissing,
    you swinging and missing when I deliver my pitch,
    hindering my sales will leave you laying in a ditch,
    you's a bitch ass hoe, and the reason I know, cuz
    in between ya legs is some fat ass camel toe, and
    Im sick like the bubonic, so knuckle up like sonic,
    tetonic plates will shift the world when im blowing my chronic,
    practically tactical, my faculty is an obstacle,
    heat from my hollow leaves you melting like a popsicle,
    hospital induced, quite possible i produce,
    squeeze ya up tightly that I get all the juice,
    then I drink ya up nicely with some eggs and some toast,
    if ya blink at the crime scene im finna be ghost!
    Most of yall keep hating on the one that excites,
    so I slice and dice like white lice in ya hair,
    my bullets are quite precise as they enter the air,
    only one i fear is the devil staring in my face,
    so when im missing without a trace, ill be dwelling in satan's place,
    which is hell, i never completely fell off my feet,
    but ill discretely defeat, any mc that wants to meet me,
    Im not a nuisance to ya ears, street influenced by my peers,
    rolling down the street straight up bucking shots at queers,
    releasing mags from my pistol, sending fags back to frisco,
    this time in caskets, provide a skeletal disco!
    you nice goon but you facing Doc doom it' s about to get more bloodier than a operating room
    minus the jewels you's a mummy in a tomb
    beat you bloody with a broom at the wedding i wet you and your groom
    So soon the hours passed you got devoured fast
    Another coward in a cast here's flowers for your ass
    can't smell em with a broke nose fuck you and your broke hoes
    you got some balls to lick i ain't suprised your always on the next man's dick
    i'll bring it to this slave with a whip, luegar, or ice-pick
    but i'm not wasting one slug from the clip
    So keep spitting flem and not rhymes
    cause this is deadlier than a mouth-shot with a glock-nine
    and your Kurt Cobaine so you get no love Courtney
    in the heat of the night you die early trying to extort me



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    killer verse by the way Corky!!



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    oo thx JTS......i try to mess around with the lyrics sometimes.....always fun when theres notin better to do.....i might throw up an mp3 of the lyrics possibly
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    ur shit was hot , ill drop another short one
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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    you nice goon but you facing Doc doom it' s about to get more bloodier than a operating room
    minus the jewels you's a mummy in a tomb
    beat you bloody with a broom at the wedding i wet you and your groom
    So soon the hours passed you got devoured fast
    Another coward in a cast here's flowers for your ass
    can't smell em with a broke nose fuck you and your broke hoes
    you got some balls to lick i ain't suprised your always on the next man's dick
    i'll bring it to this slave with a whip, luegar, or ice-pick
    but i'm not wasting one slug from the clip
    So keep spitting flem and not rhymes
    cause this is deadlier than a mouth-shot with a glock-nine
    and your Kurt Cobaine so you get no love Courtney
    in the heat of the night you die early trying to extort me
    I like to take chances, ill dance with the devil,
    creating problematic schemes that you can't unsettle,
    my level, is that of no other my little brother,
    so if you wanna face the bull, you become erasable,
    tasteful, is this track that i eat when my words meet the beat,
    I backspace opponents, highlight and delete,
    retreat, all those who try and test me, you can't get the best of me,
    jazzy like dizzy gillespe, freshly is the only way i present myself,
    everything i got is top shelf, from clothes to liquor,
    who wants to go quicker, you or ur man,
    cuz you both going out after shit hits the fan, damn,
    imma have you homies frying like eggs in a pan, and,
    my whole crew is ghetto, quick to blast the metal at fast speeds,
    foot heavy on the pedal, I stash weeds, hidden in the pit kennel,
    my hands are too dirty to clean, so my whole team stays grimey,
    imma free agent, betta sign me, ill dismantle ur crew and end the stymie,
    cuz im an MVP on the microphone, and ill shatter ya bones if ya don't lower that tone, ill beat ya wit the chrome when ur all alone, and leave ur body lifeless with a mouthful of foam! Needless to say I deliver that yay, sniff a small sample right off of my tray, I hate when homies act like they casius clay, so ill drop their fucking bodies off down by the bay!
    But fuck it, i love my life, live it to the fullest, my mouth is a gun, and my words are my bullets!
    Ain't nobody stopping me when Im ripping these trax, the impact is like a tree getting smacked with an axe! and I chuck up dueces have ya hanging from nooses, watch ya swing from the tree, im nice as papoose is,
    or betta, ill beat ya with a bat until i see that green chedda, and not old cheese please, but that paper thrown at a strip tease, free G's floating like Bees when the wind breeze, freeze!.............................
    triple syllables with minimal vernacular attackin ya like count dracula,
    brian urlacher lyrics thatll tackle ya, break a finger or 2, ill stymie ya crew, hands around ur neck till ur face turn blue, Ill suffocate ya to death, take ya last breath, strip ya ass naked til there aint nothing left! and if you cant chop it up with this, ill pop u in ur esophogus, and watch u choke out, grab ur wallet now you broke out, inject u with myself, now u doped out!
    cuz i maintain the flame then numb u with novacaine, so u cant fuckin do shit when Im boning ur dame!
    I'm the Greatest Scientifically Inclined Mind Since Einstein!!!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by corky831 View Post
    I like to take chances, ill dance with the devil,
    creating problematic schemes that you can't unsettle,
    my level, is that of no other my little brother,
    so if you wanna face the bull, you become erasable,
    tasteful, is this track that i eat when my words meet the beat,
    I backspace opponents, highlight and delete,
    retreat, all those who try and test me, you can't get the best of me,
    jazzy like dizzy gillespe, freshly is the only way i present myself,
    everything i got is top shelf, from clothes to liquor,
    who wants to go quicker, you or ur man,
    cuz you both going out after shit hits the fan, damn,
    imma have you homies frying like eggs in a pan, and,
    my whole crew is ghetto, quick to blast the metal at fast speeds,
    foot heavy on the pedal, I stash weeds, hidden in the pit kennel,
    my hands are too dirty to clean, so my whole team stays grimey,
    imma free agent, betta sign me, ill dismantle ur crew and end the stymie,
    cuz im an MVP on the microphone, and ill shatter ya bones if ya don't lower that tone, ill beat ya wit the chrome when ur all alone, and leave ur body lifeless with a mouthful of foam! Needless to say I deliver that yay, sniff a small sample right off of my tray, I hate when homies act like they casius clay, so ill drop their fucking bodies off down by the bay!
    But fuck it, i love my life, live it to the fullest, my mouth is a gun, and my words are my bullets!
    Ain't nobody stopping me when Im ripping these trax, the impact is like a tree getting smacked with an axe! and I chuck up dueces have ya hanging from nooses, watch ya swing from the tree, im nice as papoose is,
    or betta, ill beat ya with a bat until i see that green chedda, and not old cheese please, but that paper thrown at a strip tease, free G's floating like Bees when the wind breeze, freeze!.............................
    triple syllables with minimal vernacular attackin ya like count dracula,
    brian urlacher lyrics thatll tackle ya, break a finger or 2, ill stymie ya crew, hands around ur neck till ur face turn blue, Ill suffocate ya to death, take ya last breath, strip ya ass naked til there aint nothing left! and if you cant chop it up with this, ill pop u in ur esophogus, and watch u choke out, grab ur wallet now you broke out, inject u with myself, now u doped out!
    cuz i maintain the flame then numb u with novacaine, so u cant fuckin do shit when Im boning ur dame!

    Chosen one's die the truth overcomes your lies
    beat you with a spatula my mami chula put the luegar to ya eyes
    You get shaken from the fry your fate is finalized
    the phantom bust all over your vaginal rhymes
    I spit harder you oughta welcome me back like Carter
    slam on ya like Vince your disses are disorders
    untangible slaughter your the one to flee the border
    tactics cut em down in the first quarter
    face the rage as your turned to sage on the stage
    your unlike Papoose another ghetto soldier caught in the noose
    a slave in the field dying to be the master of the booth
    i move crowds like Mexicans move weight
    see i unmasked your true idendity like ghost-face
    another smoked snake forked tongue cut out at your wake
    so awake your wacker than a soulja boy mixtape
    your heart worships the style but your lips hate
    staple your face then glue the mic to your dome
    head flown from shoulders once i bust off the chrome
    fragments of your brain are wiped off my phone
    got stoned while your getting stoned
    have my pit gnaw on your bones
    so keep your yay another bandit smoked in the rhyme relay
    kids like you get smashed thinking we play
    it felt bad killing you son i was cool with your sensi
    I can't believe your going out like Kuta Kinte



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    nice ass shit
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