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M Dogg™:
Take this, take that
You claim to be smooth, you'z just a rat
Fuck that, come to my house
So Much Style, you just crabbed out
Rollin snake eyes well I get the 7
Little punk get thrown off to heaven
Whinning like a little bitch
Why is this the remix
cause it's this line this line that got me started
"It's time for you to understand
If anyone can it's a Mexican"
Blowing muthaphukkaz off like Yosiminie Sam
I'm like Niagra, you can't even stop me with a dam
The comeback of a SA running the floor like Kobe complite with the slam
Just a little warm up for the return of the man

maxi-padz:
haha shyt dat nigga getten fucked up all ova da board
im started to feel sorry for him
dickz
lolz
that was hella tyte nig
keep it up
peace
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Now_Im_Not_Banned:
Are you still debatin/that I'm blazin/I'm eyebrow raisin/When you challenge me you can assure that ya facin/Deafeate/Yes, I'm blazin like weed/indeed/I Cause brain tumor like Sam Sneed/Can you read?/Cuz you just got beat/Can't stand the heat?/I suggest you leave/Before you recive/a seizure/This for all you non-belivers/You can suck my nuts like beavers/Cuz I'm hotter than a heater/Pleezbeleevit/I call this rhyme recivin/Cuz onec you read you leavin/Cuz me and you compared is totaly uneaven/Next time you wanna battle, come with a better reason/You think you got skill? I wanna say PLEASE SON!

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
I basically just ripped you, and made you look like you were my age and I was yours...LOL

M Dogg™:
Skillz? Here's a few of my old shit, posted way in the back, but anyways. Chew on this for a while. And I would post some shit, but basically, I never post a keystyle that takes more the 5 minutes to write. I basically write freestyles.

It's time for muthaphukkaz to understand
If anyone can, it's a Mexican
Who spits rhymes like tar juice
And who shots the club like Puffy do
You see, I ain't in to you
I'm a I.E. O.G. known for breaking fools
Well Bubba in jail molest you
I'll be in out on bail robbin' fools
You see, how can you look at me from on top of a hill
Like Ceasar Chavez, I'll starve until my people get their feel
And I'll bleed until a sick man gets his pill
And ain't no rich dude who I rob move, and that's on the real
For I never did time for I crime I did
I've been doing this too long, since I was an neglected kid
And you have the nerve to say "Not this wigga again"
Well this ese is gone beat you, until he sees red
Hold up son, lets state the facts
It took you long enough to come back
And last time I checked you have horrible rhymes
Now you come back with shit more powerful than Gemini
Tell me bitch, who's your ghostwrier
I do my shit by my lonsome, until your retired
Then go off like Nightrider
And if your on lifesupport, I'll pull this wire
Oh and why you think I got a wife
You must be confused, you so young, you don't know about life
So let me share it with you a little bit
When you turn 12 yours old, then you can hit it
Until then you can't even get an erection
And don't look at me, I'm 20 well your still steady guessing
Check it
I've lyed more hoes than you
Done more dirt than you can do
And last time I check, I'm more intercity than you
You see in Cali shit multiplies
If you bring the real, I push my shit up times 5
So stop say shit that's a lie
If your Ali, I'm Tyson and your about to die
'Cause even if I'm down, I'll bite your ear off
I'm a street muthaphukka, so don't even dare loft
And like every white dude, your rhythm is lost
But don't worry, maybe it's because the D.J. made the tune to soft
Fuck that, you'll never hear me over nothing but gangsta shit
I'm a west coast cholo who produces gangsta hits
Before suburb kids knew how to get a hip-hop party started
One bullet in your head well just leave you retarted
And I'll be honest, that bad smell was me who just farted
And you don't smell, but your pants are still brown marked
Stay off bitch I ain't even close to getting this started
Your the one whos lost 'cause his mardered

This ones for real
I tired of muthaphukkaz bringing fake steel
Then try and past that off like they gonna kill
Bitch this is my last meal
I said once and I'll say it again
If anyone can it's a Mexican
One that holds down as the champion
And makes sure shit hits the fan
Tell me if your lost
'Cause in Rialto California shit gets hot
And fake busters get tossed
Oh and even our best MC was shot
Damn, it's like that in here
So why you still coming like a bitch done in the rear
And you had to finger my girl, 'cause you ain't got shit down where?
You know, down there
Oh but lets get on rhymes for a minute
It's me taking charge like a Lieutenant
Well you go off beheaed
And your bitch ain't shit, so I'd never hitit
And what this about serving you a burrito
Don't play me off for a bitch named Tito
'Cause now this be the Westcoast Gambito
Representing the county of San Bernaridno
Por mi raza es en tu earhole
Well you get dicks stunk in your colo
I'm so cute, your mom calls me Papa Chulo
And throws you to the back like a puto
(pu-th-o)
Shit
I got bitches in my bed
Well you get excited for head
By the ugliest whore that smells like dead
And carries many STDs, that's what's been said
Oh and mention my D.J.
Tyree D comes from off the 91 freeway
Carson California representing today
And your girl's always begging to get laid
But my girl's from Carson too, and better than any three way
So fuck the he say she say
My girl better than you, She rhymes more quick-lay
And my D.J. will drop a line or two, he gets craz-ay
Oh and look at the place you call home
Bet it's bigger than a muthaphukkin sports dome
Well my house is on loan
At least I have a place of my own
And my momma don't even pay my phone
Hell it was at ten that she left me alone
The stuggles and pains is what help me grow
It's only suffering that I know
So to the white boy that claims his on a hip hop show
muthapuhkka, you ain't even worht a Monica blow
So fuck a suburb gangsta with blond hair
I'm a scarred up Mexican that brings fear
But I'm so thug that no girl really cares
They love it when I hit it from the rear
Only through the pussy is where I be
And knocking out this fake Muhammad Ali
I can't believe you think your greater than me
No one can touch me 'cause my D.J. is Tyree D
BEYOTCH!!!

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