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Callin' Out SCY

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ROCCY:
My vote goes to Owen he droped nothing but heat SCY u droped skill too..but I was feeling owens rhymes more..Peace

VOTE= Owen

SCY:
Aiyo, STG, thats Studio Gangsta
Anutha can of whoopass opened up on that wanka
owen, yeah ass rammin' hoe, I got plenty
Of beef left in me, so you never gonna end me
My Gz, they defend me, but hell I don't need it
Sippin on a 40, bag a mushroomz and I'm weeded
You defeated by a real muthaphuckka cos you fake
You already dead, I'm jus puttin tha icing on tha cake
Goddam, you as thick as a milkshake
Tryn a snap a guy dat don't brake, time ta make ya irrate
To late, a 9 milla killa to your dome
Bitch, I load up my chrome, and blast both ya X chromosomes
Claimin G, but you tha fakest G I ever met
Since when can a gangtsa afford tha internet
Or a modem, and I ain't sayin' I'm a G, I'm sayin RIP
Bitch; P-N-D
Ya chokin on my Slimm Jimmy Jim
Wiv my nuts on ya chinny chin chin, lil' cunt
And I'm all in
''Nuttin but a Scy baybay
Kreepin' up on ure ass lookin shayday
Stupid child molester tryna fayde may
So I scope 'n' smoke dat lady''
And owen be tha numba of seconds you got left
Yeah, ya ''still express, but ya don't smoke weed or cess''
Ya rappess, smokin' celery 'n' watercress
Claimin you tha best, til I sink sum in your chest
Its like chess, checkmate, muthaphuckka, better start prayin

TheSheriff:
Scy: 1

Owen: 1

SCY:
Scy=1
owen=1

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/
Sct's my war cry/
Southside'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/

TheSheriff:
I'm almost too lazy to spit, so this will sound like shit/
But then, you know a lot about that, you piece of, fat/
Ugly fascist bitchtator, got your vibrator ready/
Like a mispronounced Jedi, pointless, fly in the ointment/
Of perfection, an anal infection, is what you give to your lovers/
You're with that crew "The Shovers", you fuck your brothers too/
Fool, back on up, cause otherwise, fuck, you're dead/
Ten bullets STRAIGHT through your bitch-ass head/
Your guts filled with 10 lumps of lead, no tears are shed/
By your family, cause they violated, you left them crinolated/
Your ass is hated by gays, but not cause you're hard, cause you're soft when you in they ass/
And you cum too fast, not that I've experienced this/
But I've been told, and this ain't no diss, just the truth/
And I got proof, go ask Julian Clary, you goddamn fairy...

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