Ur Rawest Rhymez

[Westside_Outlaw]

this topic is for freestyle prewritten whatever u got just bring tha heat

[Westside_Outlaw]

BIG and 2PAC tribute
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Dear Pac,
Yo ths is BIG/
Yesterday i saw that picture of u puffin on a marijana cig/
its been 6 months since u died and i still aint believein/
just 1 question wuz we beefin/
Anyway im about 2 take a trip 2 tha West Coast/
Just no that respect 4 u I have tha most/
tha night u died i gave u a cristal toast/
died Sepember 13 from being shot 4 times/
dont worry u'll live on through ur rhymez/
u taught me that sellin crack wasnt tha thing 2 do/
u taught me to make a mil, hands all i needed was my own 2/
u taught me about word play/
u taught me that anything i could say/I 4give u 4 what u said about Faith/
2 sell a platinum record u wanted 2 be safe/
Botton line i miss u 2pac/

Dear, BIG
Yo i hear ur goin 2 California/
Dont do it Big im tryin 2 warn ya/
I got a bad feelin about it/
dont wanna c u up here yet i mean shit/
i dont wanna c another unsolved mystery/
I dont wanna c another rapper prematurlly go down in history/
hope u get this on time/
hope 4 along time u'll b fine/
im tryin 2 drop u a dime/
Ive committed all sins, count em 7/
but i still made it up here 2 heaven/
u no tha shit i said about u is only half true/
when we 1st met u stuck 2 me like glue/
tha time we spent together was great/
just no when i c u again on ui never again am i gonna hate/
now give me a minute 2 set tha record str8/
ur wife ZFaith we did it/
im sorry Big i reallt did hit it/
Y would I lie/
ive already felt tha pai it takes 2 die/

2 of raps soldiers fallen victim in tha streets/
shoots rung out and they got covered by sheets/
oh god Y did u have 2 tack them/
now we in church 4 their souls singin a hym/
they was our angels from east 2 west/
they hined and stood out from all tha rest/
2 this day their murder cases remain an unsolved mystery/
hopefully that'll change in history/
they didnt even make it 2 30 years of age/
and how many of them years was spent in a cage/
between tha 2 tha hits r endless/
Biggy Tupac all i gotta say is godbless/

RIP Christopher Wallace 1972-1997
RIP Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971-1996

"God Bless The Dead"

[SCY]

sup west nice to see u agen. i think that mack needs putting in his place

[Westside_Outlaw]

Savior
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Im just fuckin sinister/
When I die a wegy board wont B able 2 contain my souls anger/
Im just fuckin evil/
Take out my 9 and start blastin on some ppl/
Never got no luv from my mama/
maybe thats Y im in all this drama/
My dad died when i was 8/
yo that shit must've been fate/
MayB thats Y im tha way I am/
Shit keep happenin Im like damn/
loosin all my friends in a bullet flurry/
Im they funeral my eyez gettin blurry/
The bullets from my glock spray like rain/
when tha bullets hit u, u gonna feel all my pain/
u wanna battle u wanna fight/
ppl say beat me u might/
but u wont u just a hermaphrodite/
ppl alwayz got they mouths open when they find out im white/
well so fuckin what my rhymez tight/


tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver

Im just an Outlaw/
tha evilness inside me cant B saw/
I get burned when i touch tha bible/
4 my mental problem my parent R liable/
2 tha ppl around tha world who have been slain/
I just want u 2 no u didnt die in vain/
Right now we between heaven and hell/
where will u go when u hear tha final bell/
theres just no way 2 tell/
my wrath is like a cyclone/
when im done there wont B any1 left i'll B all alone/
I take mutha fuckas out with 1 look/
I aint take their money, Their souls what i took/
the best is my reputation/
u rubbin ur eyez like this is a hallucination/
Come at u from all sides/
U just a body now goin out with tha tides/
every mutha fucka wanna join my crew/
now what tha fuck is u gonna do/

tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver

yo mutha fucka u actin like a facist/
I no tha truth u a pacifist/
u aint gonna do shit/
u aint ever gonna have a real street hit/
my flows ready and energized/
u aint got no flow by me u hypnotized/
i aint gonna kill u now/
Ima make u suffer put tha gun 2 ur own head pow/
yo on ur last rhyme u commited perjury/
u about 2 have ur tounge cut out without surgery/
"Only God Can Judge Me"/
so all u mutha fuckas get outta my way/
step in my shit u gonna pay/
it seems like every1 i no ends up dyin/
on tha inside im cryin/
Dear lord Y u takr all my peeps/
in this game i just may B in 2 deep/
tha road 2 tha tops steep/
but yo im gettin there

tha last image u C is me/
Im tha 1 they told about in tha prophecy/
this is a dictatorship fuck a domocracy/
Im tha 1 U scared of/
u aint ever gonna experience real luv/
I aint here 2 bring about tha end of tha world/
But yo i aint no savior, savior, savior/
if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver/
I aint no savior, savior, savior/
If if i am tha hope for tha worlds gettin graver, graver, graver

[Westside_Outlaw]

my 50-bar rhyme
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Im tha thing that goes bump in tha night/
Im tha thing that makes u keep on a night light/
u in bed shakin/
all of a sudden tha floor sterts quakin/
u think u goin crazy/
2 check under ur bed u aint got tha bravery/
well B glad u didnt im waitin under there with a 9 in. knife/
ima cut ur thoart and end ur life/
ive been killed b4 and arose from my grave/
now u runnin from a outlaw but urself u is unable 2 save/
yo i spit a million words a minute/
put up my hand and throw up only 1 digit/
fuck a gun i dont need it/
u gonna die i creed it/
yo i got tha gift of gab/
take out my knife and on ur family i stab/
i didnt wanna but u made me/
u said i could rhyme i wuz a pathetic M.C./
u claimin gangsta but u got no priors./
with my glock 2 ur head ur situations dyor/
pp, askin y i gots 2 be so violent/
they say my rhymz started a riot/
well good that means my rhymz r gettin heared/
how can i fuck ppl up i only spit a word/
yo this is my 50 line rhyme/
wrote this shit in no time/
yo dawg u min-as-well just quite/
we all no that ur rhymz r bit/
and even at that they shit/
yo u about 2 b lyrically attacked/
ima b a man i aint gonna hit u from tha back/
shit tha police just rolled up behind me/
i gotta hide tha blood stained G and tha XTC/
yo my rhymz hit u like thunder/
my rhymz make u scaratch ur head in wonder/
bitch u claim u a bad boy/
u just a childrens toy/
u b killed and tha world b filled with joy/
westside's my war cry/
westside's what i live by/
u cant beat me im tha best/
Y? cuz im from tha mutha fuckin west/
yo this is tha end of this chapter/
u aint ever gonna get what u after/
yo lets b real we both no u dont spit real hip hop/
u spit that fake ass hip pop/
now u given up, u want me 2 stop/
u dont wanna stick around and hear my gun go pop/
if u do u might just drop/
last warnin dont fuck wit me tha outlaw/
and at that murder scene 4get what u saw/

[Westside_Outlaw]

Drugs!
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Smokin so much Panama Red that u be dead.Things that people smoke. Dawgs just layin back cuz they druged out on dope. Ending up in the grave. Nobody cares cuz U died at a rave. poppin' the X smokin' da indope drinken henicide. now a bitch is all U need. Grab one by bitch by her hair she starts screamin'. "Shut the fuck up bitch before i has to commit murder, now get on ya knees and gets to suckin'." Its a strange thing that drugs can do. They can make you feel like Superman but when u come down its like U gots da flu. So tell me how do ya feel? "I feel like shit and need time to heal. When I gets better Im gonna make another drug deal." Brotha say what? U gonna die. Ya brain gots to be fried.

Hook
Drugs! They seem like a lot of fun. Drugs! Some come from a cows dung. Drugs! They keep da Police patrolin'. Drugs! They make people get they guns and start holdin'. Drugs! let tha importers get rich. Drugs! Make tha users wind up in a ditch. But yo its just drugs bitch. Drugs! make you blast on a snitch. But yo its just drugs bitch.

Nickle, dime, quarter, ounce. Sizes of chronic in dat brotha on tha corners poutch. When u so high that u see shit that aint there. When u kill your family cuz you think they a pack of bears. Dawg u aint got no control of ya fears. You need to stop hittin tha brick. Yo ya mind is playin a trick. You just got no control. Now ya breakin parol. And ya sold ya soul? For some crack and a 20 dolla sack. When you die you aint ever comin back.

Hook

Look at ya bouncing off tha walls like a scitsofrenic. You addicted and ya look pathetic. Look at cha life. Is that any way to live just look at cha wife. She cryin cuz you stabbed her in tha back wit a dull knife. Liven in a box now runnin from the police now, no money to get high now. And you screamin "HOW?" Cuz you got high thats how.

Hook fading

[Westside_Outlaw]

Real Gangsta
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One Day I went up in a liquor Store went str8 4 the money drawer. grabed some Jim Bean and some pepermint snops. thats when tha cops came and started firin shots. Tried 2 go out tha back door. They had it covered. So i grabed tha store clerk. She started screamin drivin me bizark. Put my gun 2 her head then she fell on tha floor dead. lit tha mutha fucka up and got tha fuck up outta there. 30 seconds latter the store went (BOOM) U damn right i blow up that store. "But Why" Cuz Im a real mutha fuckin gangsta thats why.

Hook
When i come around better show repect. So if u see me on ur block run up inside ur house and keep them doors locked. I run this city. U cant beat me. When u gonna realize that step in my shit again ill beat over tha head wit a bat. if u start talkin fables ill throw u through a glass table. Just keep rollin shorty while i drink this 40. Just get off my block before i has to pull my gloc.

After i left yha store looked in my pocket only had 100 dollars. But that aint enough to pat my bills and all bigger ballers. So i had 2 plan a new hit. I dont know how im gonna pay off all this shit. lit up my last chronic joint. tried to think of a point. Decided 2 hit up a bank. Slipped tha letter 2 tha teller his name wuz Ash. Tha letter read "Open tha register and gimme all tha cash." Thats when i heard a loud crash. I about fell right on my ass. It wuz tha cops he hit tha security alarm. Raised my gun I said " I hope u gots a lucky charm." Grabed that fucka by his hair Sat him up in a chair. Tried 2 use him as bait but i wuz 2 late. Tha swat team started bustin in. Must have been 70 or 80 of em. Shot them all dead in tha head.(BAM, BAM, BAM) then another 70 came in wantin 2 put me in my death bed. They wuz like roaches. They gots me surrounded. A horn sounded. Just tha distraction i needed. Shot out a window and jumped out. Barelly escaped. Had 2 hijack a truck.

Hook

Got out with nothin. Now Im 2 much 2 handle im outta touch. Had 2 ditch tha truck then i stole a car and rode back 2 my hood. Saw my girl on tha corner. I realized she wuz a prostitute. Got my gloc cocked ready and shot her twice in tha heady. Ditched tha car and lit it on fire. Walked back 2 my crib and tried 2 lay low. Heard tha landlord walkin through tha hall he screamed "Im gonna evict ur ass if u dont show tha doe. He knocked on my door but i didnt replie. I just sat back and started 2 get high. When i wuz fucked up enough i opened tha door with my gun in my right and money in my left.Then i shot him in tha chest. He should have worn a mutha fuckin bullet proof vest. Turned on tha news and saw my face on tha TV screen. Heard tha police in tha distance. Stared feelin funny tha floor felt unbalanced. Shouldnt have smoked all that dope and snorted all that coke. Broke out a window to climb dowm but tha 5-0s were already there. I shouted out tha window youll never take me alive because im a real gangsta. (BAM , BAM , BAM, BAM, BAM)
We have taken down the suspect I repeat we have taken out the suspect. Jod well done.)

Hook fading

[Westside_Outlaw]

ICP (Iritating Cucasion People)
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Hey yo ICP this rap is dedicated 2 u. Mutha fuckas.

Saggy 2 Dope and Violent J. Na I know ya names. Faggy 2 Smoke and Silent J. Whats up with tha make up u look like a fuckin fag. Tha rainbow probly on ur flag. Look at u down on ur knees 4 Ken Keniff. We all know that u guys must have takin a crack line sniff. J u mutha fuckin bitch. Dont try 2 diss me back unless u wanna die in a ditch. Shaggy ur rhymes r wacker than Shaquille O'Neil. I'll whip ur ass like Evander "Real Deal" Holyfeild.

HOOK
Insane Clown Posse I think u mean Iritating Cucasion People. Keep trien 2 rap I stab u in tha eye with a infected needle. Hope u gots tha message. 2 late 2 pay me homage. 2 my ear drumbs u already did tha damage. Damage that cant b fixed. Constant ringin in my ears 4 that all ur bloods gonna b mixed. Wont make no distinction. Not until all u fucks r brought 2 extiction.

This aint no freestyle battle this is world war 3. I'll blast on any member that come step 2 me. 5-Os comin 2 ur house sayin ur death looks like a suicide but me and u both know it wuz a homicide.---(BANG, BANG, BANG) No remorse cuz im tha mutha fuckin murderer. "U aint dead yet wake tha fuck up mutha fucka. u lookin paranoid. Betta watch out cuz im pissed and on tha steroid.

HOOK

Cant even write ur own shit gotta sample. Watch out cuz my rhymes r ample. Heard Eminem talkin shit bout u. When u guyz wuz gonna fight u come down with tha flu. What tha fuck is that. Watch tha left side of ur face as I hit u with a bat.. My rhymes r phat. Their betta then urs but I still cant afford that 20 dollar sack. Yo I dare u mutha fucka 2 try 2 diss me back. if I pull a gun U can bet it wont be empty. If I blast on u U'll be down 4 all eternity.

Hook

[Westside_Outlaw]

Ready 4 War
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------Outlaw-----------
Let me introduce my dawg Suicidal 5-O/
dont mistake him 4 no real po-po/
his name is suicide/
dont read 2 much in2 it or he'll have 2 commit genocide/
--Suicidal 5-O----
Im off my rocker/
-----Outlaw-----
yo thats no shocker/
yo i look like tha white biggy but i rap like Pac/
betta realize that cuz ima bout 2 cock my glock/
And my dawg Suicide gots a fuckin A-K/
he shots at people all day/
even 4 some shit they didnt say./
but yo thats just his way/

----- Suicidal 5-O-----
Im a crazy mutha fucka/
Im a mutha fuckin chronic smoker/
Police alwayz outside my house on a stakeout/
Im insane I grab my hair scream and shout/
Im a real fuckin Italian/
mess wit me and my family will get ur blood spoutin/
u afraid 4 ur life/
2 save urself just give me ur wife/
if u dont ill stab u wit a 9 inche knife/
Me and my dawg Outlaw gots tha lyrical element/
ur rhyme aint hard it sweet like prpermint/
my church gots a restrainin order against me i aint allowed in tha house of tha lord no more/
All i did wuz rape a nun whats tha restrainin order 4/
Im on tha stand pleadin tha 5th/
2 cover up crimes i gots a fuckin gift/

----Outlaw-----
Contraversials what we representin/
underground label ppl keep hatin/
thinkin we aint ever had a battle B4/
we have on tha battle field u'll C our gore/
Get our mic and we ready 4 war/
----Suicidal 5-O----
tha 2nd label we on is What Tha Fuck/
Its bettere than urs, 2 get signed we aint have 2 dick suck/
we str8 from tha underground/
u str8 from tha playground/
u just playin wit that pop sound/

-----Suicidal 5-O----
Im a white boy crazier than Michel Myers/
we'll take out ur brain usin plyers/
----Outlaw-----
We tried 2 make a MIL while we wuz still in high school/
tha place where wit ur fist u learned 2 duel/
Seein all those rich mutha fuckas only built my fire like fuel./
they were eatin lobster while we were eatin guel/
----Suicidal 5-O-----
we 2 mutha fuckin warriors/
2 death we fuckin all tha hores/
do all tha crime behind closed doors/
of bitches in our bedrooms u hear tha roars/
on they face they gots tha look of XTC/
fucked 4 2 dayz and fulfilled every fantisy/



(U've been Warned)

[Westside_Outlaw]

Keep It Real By Suicidal 5-O (Tha Don)
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Im insane, Im goin crazy/
My visions gettin blury everythings goin hazey/
Im high but I aint hit no bong/
I cant remember tha word 2 this fuckin song/
I'd fuck Britney Spears 2 death/
My minds playin tricks, Im losin my breath/
Im certifiable/
2 kill u Im capable/
Tha rhymes I spit aint no fable/
On myself I'll bet and put everything on tha table/
CREAM-Cash rules everything around me/
Learned that form my fuckin dawg Big-P/
Wish it didnt but everythings gotta fee/
When I sleep I dream about makin a G/
Im in tha court room waitin on tha verdict/
My own future Im unable 2 predict/
I dress in a mask evry day of tha year/
Lock ur doors cuz its me who u fear/
I need 2 get my mind in gear/
Tha screams of my victims I aint tryin 2 hear/

Im here 2 keep it real/
Cant believe I got a deal/
But ppl keep ridin me,angers what i feel/
Gonna start my own label called Mafia/
Im CEO Im more violent than Jimmy Hofa/
Im strong just like Superman/
2 make a mil me and my dawg Outlaw got tha plan/
Aint no one ever believe in us/
On tha road 2 fame Im ridin tha bus/
Ima B true, my shit aint ever B played on no pop station/
Men in white coats tryin 2 tranqulize me, they tryin 2 give me tha sedadation/

Y becuz Im white am I compared 2 Eminem/
Yeah he wuz a influence but Im just not him/
I remember writin my 1st rhyme/
Everythings special ur 1st time/
I remember makin my 1st dime/
I remember commitin my 1st crime/
In my waist band I gotta nine/
I wouldnt hesitate 2 put u on ur back, Id B fine/
My skill aint got no boundaries/
I'll blast on all u fuckin faries/
4 crimes against man Im guilty/
2 capture me tha police experiencing futility/
Whats my name?/
Whats my claim 2 fame?/
U wanna no my game?/
U wanna C me lower my head in shame?/
Well fuck that./
Let u no how i feel wit tha sound of my gat/
Ima exterminator im killin all u rats/
Im smokin a big ass blunt thats fat/

Coe from a broken home/
Canthelp no1 Im on my own/
As 4 my fatha/
Yo I aint even gonna botha/
Miss all my family up north/
Even if we never met I luv U and believe me it worth/
Let me get off this dark subject/
In school I wuz alwayz known as a reject/
So many ppl have witnessed my lyrical flow/
U cant beat me u just 2 slow/
C me rollin down tha street in my low, low/
Or is it a big ass truck/
-----------Outlaw-------------
What tha fuck?/
--------------Suiciadal 5-O--------
I dont roll like that/
Every1 screamin "Where Suicide At"/
If all u got in ur wallet is a dolla/
let me hear u holla/
(--------Nothing-------)
Come on yo tell tha truth/
Yo Just no I dont fuck around in tha booth/

i wrote this 4 my dawg Tha DOn aka Suicidal 5-O

[Westside_Outlaw]

Most Wanted By Da Outlaw & Suicidal 5-O (Tha Don)
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HOOK
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/

----Da Outlaw----
When we started this we didnt no we'd have this influence/
we didnt think we'd ever make a difference/
we started our own underground label and now we taken over/
Against tha whole world we braver/
I aint gonna come out on stage and hit u wit a crip walk/
we str8 now but start talkin shit and u B lyin in chalk/
1 day listenin 2 my Pac CD i thought 2 make a mil all I gotta do is talk/
but tha games harder then that/
Alwayz lookin behind me, alwayz got my hand on my gat/
I aint no punk, I aint got no security/
Every night Im charged wit battery/
Dont stand in tha way u in tha line of my lryical weaponry/
u just commercial/
while im contraversial/

HOOK
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/

-----Tha Don----
Ima make u a offer u cant refuse/
If u do Ima spray u wit gasoline and light tha fuse/
So mutha fucka make ur selection/
Just no u fuckin dead at tha 1st word of rejection/
I'll kill u by "Death Of A Thouand Cuts"/
By tha yime im done on tha floor will B ur guts/
i got tha FBI outside my house on servalence/
Plant a car bomb (BOOM) then there nuttin but radio silence/
(Agent Smith, Agent Smith report back....Is everything Okay?)
fuck naw everything aint O.K., his guts are splattered all over tha place, tha streets where he lay/
That mutha fuckas dead
Thats right deads what I said/
i aint spend no time in jail/
4 some reason their investigation started 2 fail/

Hook
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/

---Outlaw---
We rule tha country from east 2 west/
dont fuck wit us cuz we tha mutha fuckin best/
We blast on all tha rest/
---Tha Don---
yo we on top like tha NFL/
but u, u just fail like tha XFL/
We tha mutha fuckin world champions/
U just a rookie ur teams a expansion/
In this rap game u dont have our passion/
------Outlaw
fuck wit us and u might just vanish/
take ur hoe and have her speakin spainish/
payin off all tha politicians/
Blastin on all those mutha fuckin rich republicans/
Yo on u i just droped acid/
ima drowned u in lake placid/
this is ur warnin, its time 2 hop 4 a cascet/
-----Tha Don----
Im tired of being pulled over every day/
Im tired of being quoted 4 everything that I say/
yo mutha fucka I aint here 2 play/
just remember we're here 2 stay/

---Both---
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
HOOK FADING
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/

[Westside_Outlaw]

LIFES A BITCH Sniper f/ Westside Outlaw
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[Sniper]
I pick up on tha flakk and lay you bakk into tha furnace
Cos if hiphop is all blakk, then all me spittin would be worthless
Like tha euro to tha pound; I'm bustin rounds wivout a reason
But to leave you in a mound, dead on tha ground rottin wiv fleas on
Hella hatred comes in season, but I don't wan' turn to dat road
Jail followed by hell jus like dat muvafukka and his gat showed
Dudes get jacked loads, but a fat load of these jackin's get unoticed
Cos as soon as some rich fukka starts reportin theres a protest
And its gets grotesque, but fukkit, urban life ain't no freeride
Ain't gotta be a fat rich fukk like gay Suge Knite jus to survive
Hell yeah shit happens, you get pissed out of your mind and suicidal
But it passes by like dat, til you recover in a revival
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
[Sniper]
Aiyo whutup~~~~
Uh huh, yeah life sucks, its been said by every single person
How ever stong you are inside, it gets you screamin shit and cursin
Like a mochpit wiv Fred Durst in ~>GaY<~Need a place to burst in
And spray an AK, like you knew you was tha first in
And I'm brimmin wiv energy, so much dat hell, I'm burstin
And I got a big gat, ready ta lay yall flat on your back
Dis ain't no prophecy, this shit is reality
I rhymin for tha realest while you spit popular falacies
My shit don't come from tha heart, it comes from tha heroin needle
Dipped in rage to shoot up, just cos I hate you people
When I'm let loose, I let loose a hate wave hot as hell
On anyone who battles me, so brutha, ring tha death bell
Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
Yeah~dat was tha hook, now heres tha third verse
Tha muthafukkin Outlaw here to put you in tha hurst
[Outlaw]
u no u lost already/
Didnt even have 2 pull out my machety/
didnt think id come at u like this/
u cryin while u readin this diss/
Ignorance is bliss?/
Well fuck that/
All ur rhymes R bit/
u cant rhyme 4 shit/
u still a infant ur mouths stil on ur mamas tit/
Im on electroshock/
up agaist ur head rest my glock/
im danderous just like 2PAC Shakur/
now ur body just hit tha floor/
dont worry cuz ur soul dont rest in ur body no more/
All i did wuz blast on u wit a uzi/
ur girls screamin like she in a horror movie/
tha doctors have stamped me insane/
but i got lose and ima make u feel all my pain/
Broke a mirror over ur head and got 7 years bad luck/
Bitch i told u, u betta duck/
shit must've been true cuz my dick fell off and now i cant fuck/
Im a demonsrator/
U just a fuckin hater/
u gots urself confused wit me/
u thinken u a str8 up G/
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
[Outlaw]
Im on this track wit SlimmJim tha $niper/
U so scared that when u seen us comin u shit in ur diper/
Ima show u Y they call me tha Outlaw/
Continue 2 talk shit I'll rip off ur fuckin bottom jaw/
U cant speak or tell any1 what u saw/
While Im killin u Im screamin THUG LIFE/
cut out ur heart wit a 2 inch pocket knife/
Now they got me in this strait jacket/
U think u safe and I cant get out, u wanna bet/
[Sniper]
Ah Shit Hes Loose!/
[Outlaw]
Come up behind u with a needle and give u a letal dose/
Im a dangerous mutha fucka wit a platinum gat/
shot u in tha balls and watched u fall down flat/
yo u wonderin Y u aint make a dime/
becuz mutha fucka u cant rhyme/
I stepped in city hall and started sprayin/
Negotiator outside but I dont give a fuck what he sayin/
SWAT got they guns aimed at my head/
didnt no I had a bomb, they pulled tha trigga and now everyones dead/
[Sniper]
Yo, Outlaws in tha front line backed up by me
A muthafukkin Sniper scopin' you out from a tree
10 ounces of chronic replaced wiv rage inside of me
A rush of pills, 3 shrooms and a loaded gat beside of me
Swingin my fist in all direction, hope I hit someone
I'm high out of my head, and half dead when I spit dis one
I'm angry for no reason, but I don't give a fuck
And when I'm in your nieghbourhood this pissed, you'd better duck
Cos I down my 5th 8 bottle in an hour, and now I'm crazy
With my brain floatin above my head and droolin like I got rabiese
Ill for me is past tha rhymin skill, I'm ill literally
My toungue down bitches throats, while I stimulate clitorally
Didn't yall know I'm a muthafukkin psychopath?
I rolled out of town, and left behind a livin' bloodbath
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
~~~~Hell yeah. Sniper. Outlaw. 2 thousand and muthafukkin 2.
Now ain't life a bitch? Aiyo, we out.~~~~



This is a rap me and Sniper did 2gether at tha Dre forum

[Tecknine]

Oh I seen u at the Dre forum...They have these big topics with 100 replys full of wack rhymes

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Some really OLD shit.

i'm clever from the start of the day till the end of the day
if i was here to take a survey of all the dismay everyone has today
i would portray an image close to a troublesome adolescent who's in ballet
everyday i pick a fight with you just to display the hatred i have in this month of may
bitch i'm eating you out like you was a buffet and creating an attitude worse then n.w.a.
let's be honest i could make anything rhyme at any given time
my only goal is to live a life of crime...and of course create as much tragedy as columbine
i'm irate...my fuckin mom just used my name as an estate
it's pissing me off i can't even debate the issue of whether or not sara's my soul mate
controversy is what i create, i carry my weight like i was a sick trait
put on this earth for the soul purpose to translate hate
worse then that i desecrate everything in my state use it as bait just so i can higher the fatality rate
now don't read too much into this song, before long i might learn my right from wrong
i paint pictures sicker then the image of missy elliot wearing a thong
to be honest i'm bored as fuck and right now i'm as bright as lighting cuz i just got "struck"
why the fuck would i have to push my luck?
let me ask you something...at the end of the day do you really think i give a fuck

Chorus

this is what happens when the usa is forced into a depression of dismay
a day sick enough for the devil to show mercy on judgement day
when kids of america are forced to fight for independence they couldn't give a fuck for
a day sick enough for you to ignore the common fight among men commonly referred to as war
but what else is there to say other then crime pays and the biggest disgrace ever is the usa
at the end of the day...

yo yo...my rhyming style is closely knit and has as much flavor as a banana split
bitch quit throwing a fit, jump off my dick and don't ever rhyme again till you can spit something legit
when you fuck with me you need more then a first aid kit
i thought you had the whit to at least quit
didn't listen when i told him to split, so i had to commit to get his attention with this spit
he walked out like he was a wannabe of me and still had the nerve to call himself an emcee
so let me see, if i was in tennessee i could blow him to debris out in the open for everyone to see
but fuck it if i do that i'll prolly be hung lifeless from a tree
murdered in cold blood and deceived to every degree
don't get me mistaken i'm not here to hear your plea
i'm here to break every bone in your knee and hopefully get myself on tv
the world ain't ready for me...i'm the bruce lee of all emcees
never was good at spelling bees...so it's no wonder i can't read half the shit i wrote for my new cd
don't worry i won't be singing at your graduation like vitamin c
who knows where i'll be, my best guess is somewhere pissing on a dead man's grave
listen to the sound of all the emotion i gave
listen to the screams of all the bitches i raped at the last rave
let's be honest when it comes to your rhyme i simply put it to shame.
but when it's all said and done at the end of the day...who really could give a fuck?

Chorus

this is what happens when the usa is forced into a depression of dismay
a day sick enough for the devil to show mercy on judgement day
when kids of america are forced to fight for independence they couldn't give a fuck for
a day sick enough for you to ignore the common fight among men commonly referred to as war
but what else is there to say other then crime pays and the biggest disgrace ever is the usa
at the end of the day...

there's a few things i still need to say today
lately i've been stuck on one-syllable words and a simplistic rhyming style
just because i like to wait awhile before i decide to get hostile
it's more then obvious i'm the most versatile rapper who never smiles
sick enough to chop my legs off and run a mile
ill enough to convict myself at my own murder trial
so keep pushing the dial, someday you might prove to be worthwhile
but if you don't i'll be coming for you as if you was a marked man
i'm my own stan, what's the point of killing you when you was dead before i even began
i'm dropping a bomb in your country like the us did to japan
then taking the time to rape joanne, suzanne, and diane
you whack emcees can't see me so quit trying to be me
i'm ill enough to set myself aflame just to feel a burn to the third degree
i'll come at you from so many angles you'd think you was in geometry
weather you agree or disagree with me, at the end of the day i decided to just go shoot up jubilee

*Gun Shots*

[simplicate]

Just a long verse I did in some battle......

Now I would never stick my nose in business that's no concern of mine
But I'm gonna say some shit in this rhyme just this one time
Mack 11 six feet in the ground is your destination and location
Gay porn is this fags fascination, this wannabe MC is full of desperation
My rhymes have the power to lift you off your feet like levitation
You'll need more than determination to outwit my imagination
Destroying inconsequential pathetic MC'S is my occupation
Mack 11 wonder why we’d offer a compensation, Explanation?
Even entering this battle you were facin discrimination and annihilation
I think you betta find the realization of how shitty your rhymes be
When you fuck with me you’ll be burned to the third degree
Set aflame like a volcano, you ain't nothin but a wannabe emcee
Yeah you're being torn to shreds…I told you it was a guarantee
My nerves ache, your dead wrong me fuckin you up is not a mistake
Awake, my battle punches are poisonous like the venom from a snake
Mack 11 I forsake, my multis come off as thunderous as an earthquake
This fag's father is his soul mate, don’t even tempt me to recriminate
Pain is all I create, in your coffin you soon will await no need to debate
Word of advice quit cuz like a stuck up bitch you’re not feelin it
God fag you just can’t take a hint, please learn to spit something legit
No whit's? your rhyme style is a stable as a stock that’s about to split
Bit by bit I spit shit sick enough to make you recommit to through a fit
Ha this weak netcee couldn't spit a legit spit if his life depended on it
Mista G ain’t nothin but a broke coke sniffin thug wannabe
You fuckin geek let a real MC speak, you're just a weak freak
That's gonna add to my winning streak, i know you're low on physique
I mean your rhymes are so old they could be classified as antique
You betta back off and give me breathing space, all you are is a disgrace
No need for me to give chase, this kid has shity rhymes just like mase
Embrace? just remember you can be easily replaced and erased
Mista G the hoe I thought you would know that you're below low
Battling me is like climbin a plateau in armor covered from head to toe
Please my vocab is paramount compared to you, don't you get the clue
He's just mad cuz his daily whippin is overdue, you want me to construe
You might as well be a jew, fag don't even ask me to give you a review
All the bullshit you said sounded like the bible cuz it’s simply untrue
Fake mc's I see through you betta put "fag 4 life" for your next tattoo