Elements > Tha Studio
whos da best keystyler on da board!
TheSheriff:
Aiyyo NIK, he kinda has a point... :-/
I think Narrator has grown up some since his banning...but I'm not so sure about this one. *shrug* Hell, but it ain't none of my problem...:)
rhyme droppa:
listen up bitch ya aint shit without a team
i got my triple beams makin all the cream
r-cee what that supposed to mean?
r-cee stand for remote control
like that power wheels u drivn.. an that toy u stole
motha fucka steppn to this bitch now u pay a toll
cuz everytime i step up its like im scorin a goal
ur a piece of shit wack honkey
got less teeth than a old busted up donkey
farm boy tryin to step up like i wont get fed up
with all ur country flava geddup
high school drop out aint got shit to live fo
just end that life right now.. lay on the floor
slit ya wrist wit a bic let the blood trickle through the door
cuz ya life aint worth livn
just give up now before i beat u into submission
u cant handle this so start bitchn
that it aint fair cuz u got no vacbulary
u cant understand my rhymes never got out of elementary
imma bury u in rock like sedimentary
illiterate son a bitch
best hope my trigga finga dont get an itch
cuz my glock dont talk only acts
like ya hand dont talk only jacks
off ya cock cuz u never seen a snatch
o shit thats right i forgot bout ur sister
u imbred fuck.. now on ur cock u got blisters
dirty southern hick tracter boy
u nothin but a slow white cracker boy
i aint even gonna bust out my tight flows
cuz honkey.... u just dont know
how u supposed to battle a eduacted motha fucka
when u cant even read what im typin up ya
whats the point.. honkey i smoked ya ass like a joint
peace
So Much Style:
naw, i wastn even dissing, i was asking, cause at first i read it, just reading, but it started to rhyme half way thru so i read it like rapping..i wasnt sure
Now_Im_Not_Banned:
I can't control my laughter...I just laughed when I read Narrator saying that...
R-CEE:
ill tell ya what r-cEE stands for
r c is my name :-/ /
with both hands hold up two E's
8/2
THE P
EN MIGHTIER THAN YOUR SWORD
MAKES ME THE LYRICAL JOHN GOTTI
STACKIN BODIES AN BLASTIN SHOTTIES
,,,
PUSH ME
GONE CLICK
U GET
WIG SPLIT
SO THICK
IM SICK
STEP TO THIS
SLIT WRIST
CUT THROAT
GET YA
NECK BROKE
PLUS MO
GUN SMOKE
MY SWORD POKE
MURDER I WROTE
CUZ I CANT B BROKE
GOT TO SMOKE
TILL I CHOKE
INDO / BATTLE ME
I WIN DO
GOT BROS
CUZ AN KINFOLK
IF YA DIN KNOW
BETTA / HIT THE ROAD
JACK / AN THATS A FACT
ALL BLACK
SKI MASK
CREEPIN FROM THA BACK
KNOCK YA ON YA ASS
GIVE UP THE CASH
DIN I DASH
STASH / THREADS N MASK
COME BACK
SAY / WHO DID THAT?
TRY NOT TO LAUGH
CRABS SWIM
BLOOD BATH
THA AFTERMATH
FAKES PERPETRATE
TOO LATE
DEEP SLEEP
AN A WAKE
PARTICIPATE / FRIED CHICKEN
CHOCOLATE CAKE
COLD LIPS
MOMMAS FACE
I DISGRACE
HOLY PLACE
PISOL ON WAIST
CANT B SAVED
CONCIOUS MISPLACED
BLUNTS LACED
COCAINE AMPHETAMINE
DEADLY GAME
I SLANG
I AM THE PAIN
THATS MY NAME
SAY IT AGAIN
YA ASS FALL
LIKE THE RAIN
Navigation
[0] Message Index
[#] Next page
[*] Previous page
Go to full version