Computer Coward

[Heinz]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

[Black Excellence]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

[Heinz]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

[Black Excellence]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

how is that ?

[Heinz]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

how is that ?

Retard.

[Black Excellence]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

how is that ?

Retard.

i asked you how and you can't even explain you midget piece of shit.

[Heinz]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

how is that ?

Retard.

i asked you how and you can't even explain you midget piece of shit.

Use your own mind.
Guess that's too difficult for you...
Retard.

[Black Excellence]

Where is OJ Simpson now...

he about to get out.

of the closet?

jail. it's a shame u tryin' to assassinate that man's character.

Hypocrite.

how is that ?

Retard.

i asked you how and you can't even explain you midget piece of shit.

Use your own mind.
Guess that's too difficult for you...
Retard.

i didn't make the statement you did pussy. http://youtube.com/watch?v=GJILR0uhtqs

[Heinz]

Look who discovered the search function on youtube!
Waits for another black midget video as a comeback.

[Black Excellence]

Look who discovered the search function on youtube!
Waits for another black midget video as a comeback.

I typed in heinz and that's what popped up.

[Heinz]

You are really on a roll today aren't you?
Hypocrite.

[Will_B]

'Russell Bell' - a euphemism for masturbation
Even his mom wishes he'd take euthanasia,
Forged the form herself - fake tears as they waste him
Straight to hell, cause family elation

His pops C-walk like Pac, when his Casket Drops
Open box, he ain't seen daylight since
We Are the Streets. For Rus: Thats an album by L.o.x.
Body leaking, discharge from multi-cocks

Dreams of eEnemiez, nocturnally there to haunt you.
Like the credits of a Dre song - Royal Harbor ghost wrote it for you.
Check the mirror, in the nightmare
skin pallid with a gaunt hue
See the shadow on your wall? Nosferatu come to taunt you

Now wake up and rub the semen from your eyes.
And smell the skinny latte like only bitch men buy,
caffein hit gives his frail frame a buzz,
Plus the dildo left in his ass, still tickling the fuzz

Will B the Og from Staines
Retarded autistic hand signs like Ali G mane
Raps like OGCM on PCP
Stickin up for his brotha, wishin he was black
If you stepped 1 foot in 'Murica, not one negro have your back
European politics, hates on guns
But would let 2pac fuck him in the battyhole with one just for fun
Contradictions galore, much like his mother
Swore to never cheat on her husband
But pooped Will B the Bastard Child out her blubber
What a sad day, I tell you
Will B still make Mikey look like a good poster

Back street abortion, a mother clutching silver attire,
Afraid of loss and reality distortion, she must now face the fire
Touchin on the holy cross - other hand holds dirty bills,
A crossroads, to young to know, ashamed to take the daily pills
Too late to regret the sinful act, natures lottery called in
Her man too keen to break her back, he's spineless now
She must begin, alone it seems from the outside
But different when looking in, a baby carried with her
What to do her unborn kin, The mother cries out,
Oh Lord, is this it she thinks, too late to take it back?
No. The right to life. Walk the righteous path and
Back the bills go in the purse, carry natures curse inside
Full term now still waiting tables for scraps, a motel where she resides
Take a customer home - unholy acts, to make the snaps,
Survive.  A baby named Russell Bell was born tonight
She wished nine months ago, She'd used ass hole gel - but was already torn that night

[Black Excellence]

'Russell Bell' - a euphemism for masturbation
Even his mom wishes he'd take euthanasia,
Forged the form herself - fake tears as they waste him
Straight to hell, cause family elation

His pops C-walk like Pac, when his Casket Drops
Open box, he ain't seen daylight since
We Are the Streets. For Rus: Thats an album by L.o.x.
Body leaking, discharge from multi-cocks

Dreams of eEnemiez, nocturnally there to haunt you.
Like the credits of a Dre song - Royal Harbor ghost wrote it for you.
Check the mirror, in the nightmare
skin pallid with a gaunt hue
See the shadow on your wall? Nosferatu come to taunt you

Now wake up and rub the semen from your eyes.
And smell the skinny latte like only bitch men buy,
caffein hit gives his frail frame a buzz,
Plus the dildo left in his ass, still tickling the fuzz

Will B the Og from Staines
Retarded autistic hand signs like Ali G mane
Raps like OGCM on PCP
Stickin up for his brotha, wishin he was black
If you stepped 1 foot in 'Murica, not one negro have your back
European politics, hates on guns
But would let 2pac fuck him in the battyhole with one just for fun
Contradictions galore, much like his mother
Swore to never cheat on her husband
But pooped Will B the Bastard Child out her blubber
What a sad day, I tell you
Will B still make Mikey look like a good poster

Back street abortion, a mother clutching silver attire,
Afraid of loss and reality distortion, she must now face the fire
Touchin on the holy cross - other hand holds dirty bills,
A crossroads, to young to know, ashamed to take the daily pills
Too late to regret the sinful act, natures lottery called in
Her man too keen to break her back, he's spineless now
She must begin, alone it seems from the outside
But different when looking in, a baby carried with her
What to do her unborn kin, The mother cries out,
Oh Lord, is this it she thinks, too late to take it back?
No. The right to life. Walk the righteous path and
Back the bills go in the purse, carry natures curse inside
Full term now still waiting tables for scraps, a motel where she resides
Take a customer home - unholy acts, to make the snaps,
Survive.  A baby named Russell Bell was born tonight
She wished nine months ago, She'd used ass hole gel - but was already torn that night

murder he wrote. 

[Okka]

Will B the Og from Staines
Retarded autistic hand signs like Ali G mane
Raps like OGCM on PCP
Stickin up for his brotha, wishin he was black
If you stepped 1 foot in 'Murica, not one negro have your back
European politics, hates on guns
But would let 2pac fuck him in the battyhole with one just for fun
Contradictions galore, much like his mother
Swore to never cheat on her husband
But pooped Will B the Bastard Child out her blubber
What a sad day, I tell you
Will B still make Mikey look like a good poster

Hahahahah oh shit i almost pissed in my pants while i was readin' this shit. I need to get some sleep.

[Hack Wilson - real]

Willbert got mad lyrical on ya'll hoes