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Only the grimy greaseballs drop shit in this thread, no sweet-heart raps in here, strictly grimy, gutter, hard-core, beat ya to death shit, pussies are not allowed after these borders!
This is grimecore, nine-four, 2007 shit/ cock back, aim at your domepiece and I let 'em rip/ blood hits the walls, revolvers with jurassic barrels/ thugs git involved and dissolve ya in the acid barrel/ these rappers git cracked in the grill with da heavy metal/ yo, we posted up strapped with the steel through any ghetto/ quick to catch you while your slippin' asleep/ when I was young, I wanted to be a fire-fighter, now I'm liftin' the heat/ a known arsonist, patrolling and rolling with loaded cartridges/ bludgeon your buddies bloody, leave beaten with swollen carcasses/ this be that punishment chamber, git tortured alive/ stick fire-crackers up your fuckin' ass on the Fourth of July/ force you to cry when you git hung from your tongue on a hook/ call me retarded, trust me son I ain't dumb as I look/ see, I know the game plus the streets know the rep is heavy/ Da Don dissecting you dead in the neck with a direct machete/ dishonourable, deadly, dangerous, and diabolic/ Big Belly Bambino, beautifully brutally brolic/ write rhymes with the blood of my victims/ on a felt tip feathered pen, I describe the horror of many men! |
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Priority.Is.Makin.Paper
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yall cant get nothin from me but them stab wounds these hands givin
N.E.L from hell, carve turkeys up like Thanksgivin sacrifice you fuckin sodomites to Satan your leader leave ya fuckin head lookin like some eggs in a beater i beat ya ass to a pulp if you aint got my cash hoe ram a fuckin broomstick all up in ya ass hole grab tha fuckin boomstick and let these suckas know dont fuck wit N.E cuz that bwai aint no fuckin hoe you like fuckin on E, well how gettin shanked feel like you can go suck some dick or you can suck this steel pipe bring me my cash or believe that itll be a blast on top of ya fuckin dome, brains spill out ya ass love dont live here no more, in fact it never did bitch my eyes stay on that cash like they be fuckin lidless and thats what you gon be if you tell what you see bury these fuckin rat bitches in the pet cemetary
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 896
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aite aite... i can kick sum gore ...
Bored again.. so i been quarterin' this Newborn's Organs Choppin Orphans into Four equal Portions... Before i Store 'Em In Freezer Bags... Keepin' these Slabs on Tap.. Baby Ribs in Racks Cuz Cattle is Crap.. Fuck that... Only Consumin' Human Specimans No Older than Freshmans... I've Survived on this Diet of Dead Men Tools of the Trade... Fuel my Rage, like Rusty Bone Saw Blades Blood Pools on the Pave... the Dome of some Fool on my Plate I Pull up a Stool and Pray....My Own Dinner.. Servin' it Hot n' Sweet Soup Noodles n' Leg Meat.... Bone Splinters Caught in my Teeth Chewin' on Children's Fingers is Good for an In-Betweener Find a School Girl and Lead Her Back to my Pad and Eat Her What a Mess... Chunks of Boiled Flesh is Stuck to my Chest From this Fuck I Stuck in the Neck... witta Fuckin Wrench Stench of Smolering Flesh... Blockin' Off my Nose while Powerin' Up The Meat Grinder... I Think I'll make Some Tacos Outta this Chump |
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B.O.Min iron palmin less common than the gods sense
cuz the yawnin u was causin left u twitchin on the yards fence bitch i beg ya pardon if u snitch than chew a garden hose cuz thru three teeth, u still say "e beefs? i havent started those" farted flows hotter than urs and thats exactly why i disregard ur "oh im sorry dusk ur actually fly" gradually skydive wit 5 wives attached to me than land flat in a factory of tampax...no casualties damn thats hialriuos b, arent u that funny dude funny u shood mention that cuz than ur back ill spit lungies thru (n/h) hungry, food isnt accessible let alone edible yet ya drones get a few clones and im still deadin u heads are proved useless set to lose mukis choosin to cruise thru the new booth i left roofless u cood be left in a lazy boy wit wheels underit for me not goin back on the road to see who my tundra hit
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Yo, I constantly spit tsunami hits to drown my enemies/
fuck around they'll find your ass the same way they found the Kennedy's/ pound you endlessly, I pop a weasel in his brain/ cock the Deagle and I aim shots like needles in your veins/ wanna tussle?, you can git smashed, ya wig git split/ might stick a shovel up your ass so you can dig this shit/ and I ain't really into droppin' rhymes/ I'm quick to run up in your turf, pokerface with two pocket nines/ psychosomatic knife stabbings, I'm a psycho with a rifle blastin'/ trifle actions, putting hands on kids like I was Micheal Jackson/ fuck if you're thuggin', that don't make you no killer son/ I'll box you to death and break your chin until your grill is numb/ shit, you're feelin' dumb 'cause you chose to choose an early fate/ pearly-laced nickel-plated thirty-eights'll burn your face/ we stay rowdy son, we hardly the sober type/ deep-throat from your wife, she scraped my dick with her overbite/ white Dolomite, roll the dice, I hit the silo/ y'all weak cats that's holdin' no weight, can't lift a kilo/ claiming you're evil, but y'all sweeter than bon-bons/ a bunch of dickbeaters, cheerleaders with pom-poms/ Da Don Juan of this grimy shit, you can find me wit/ your babymom, with her thong on all up in her hiney-split/ "buy me this, buy me that", gold-diggers git smacked and pimped/ fucked a bitch when I was only two and I've been mackin' since/ but back to the topic, a sac of the chronic is needed/ don't git me pissed off because Da Don be atomically heated/ better believe I'm quick to squeeze, have a wannabee bleedin'/ laughin' at your dead ass like this was a comedy evening! |
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Priority.Is.Makin.Paper
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i got to be eatin even if its in your fuckin place
ya oughta be leavin or my meal gon be ya fuckin face ya pops'll be bleedin all over the livin room rug ya sis and momsll be screamin til i give em 2 slugs chop up yo dog, put him in my Rice Krispies literally eat yo wifes little pussy plus them nice titties im brutal as fuck, who give a fuck not me bitch italians talkin shit then they gonna be deep dish all I feel is rain, bitch all I see is flames yall balla blockin on my slangin til all I deal is pain I wanna see you burn baby burn, fuckin inferno aint no fuckin bitch and my son aint gonna serve hoes ill serve em wit murdah yo, KEEP DIGGIN FOR GOLD, DIGGIN FOR GOLD, TIL 5-0 DIG UP HER BONES misogynistic shit, kick the shit out of the prettiest bitch think it aint realistic bitch, they gon be doin ballistics bitch
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Fukkin Vet!!!!
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yo yo aight slitin ya wrists
bang ya head to this make u eat ma fists mutilatin niggas wit torture device i wont just pull the trigga decapitate wit a knife blades rotating ridicuolous stay conspicous as i jump into daq escalade i get away wit da murder and continue da escapade ya soul fade away ya whole body go grey none of the heat in ya body stay the glory story is so fuckin gory |
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Veteran Member
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 1,040
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I'll make you wish you was dead
When's the last time the bible you read Bob sled down your head cut you like a thread Take your bread Maybe fuck your girl instead That's right you feld Listened to what I said Flinstone banging betty I'm Fred Your hoe just bled All your fears just shed Like winter time you freeze with your fake tease You blow dick like a breeze Thought no one saw your fagat ass behind the trees Crab fagat you fell to your knees I'll take your house and the lease Cut you out in the open with my keys Rip your fagat ass off like a sleave Stepping to me on you I'll sneeze You wack mc like a male sleaze Picture this I shoot you with the gat say cheese
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HEAVYWEIGHT MEMBER
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This is the real Punishment Chamber! Don't be bitin' my shit dog, feel me?!
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HEAVYWEIGHT MEMBER
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Say cheese 'cause when I snap shots it's not a Minolta/
ITALIANO put the hit out, .....you cross me it's over/ aim precisely at your boss and ya soldiers/ for those weak subliminals,....you'll git fed and tossed to the cobras/ and I ain't no fuckin' rapper, quit tryin' to battle the legend/ I'm quick to send shots from twin glocks that'll rattle your bretherin/ when the shots pop fam, the heat'll leave you frozen/ so you better keep it rollin' like a hot dog stand/ Bambino, the name in the streets, voice of the ghetto/ find me posted on the corner blunted, hoistin' the metal! |
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Veteran Member
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 1,040
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Bluntly said if you don't settle get sprayed with metal
Put it to your head not the pedal Get stabbed up with your hoe's stilletto Reverse your existance like retro catch you off the metro Smoke you up like my car do petro Open the scroll as your eyes roll Pay your toll if you wanna roll Destroy your soul Left your thoughts in a hole Make your body dead and cold My samaurai sword shines like gold Yours maybe silver like second place you got sold My blade insertion is like currency conversion Enter your internal portion Your brain becomes distortion haunted by extortion Like the transformation of your baby into an abortion Hide the information To late ended your creation with mental absorbtion Your mind sensation toxic like corrosion Visual explosion Lost all your motion what a notion Not a secret potion I stay flowing like the ocean
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Fukkin Vet!!!!
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Fukkin Vet!!!!
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yea
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aight, my bad I guess, thought you were sharkin' my ideas and shit, fuck it, keep punishin'!
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