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The Title Defense

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Hambone (Guest):
whats your name?/
I drop what?/
yeah you drop down/
well heres the knee pads you fuckin slut/
now thats a shame/
you came just about as hard as Mark Twain/
Pump Pump/
blast yo azz dead like kurt cobain/
afraid of you? a little specimen/
take you to prison, have u gobblin every niggaz semen/
you know u like that shit/
you crave and suck it up like a banana split/
fuckin beeeyyyoootttcchhhh/
how many times you done finger fucked your own clit?/
in the bathroom rubbin your tits/
yeah the seatown gangstas come well equipped/
slave days, yeah..u about to get whipped/
you can help elton john, and sisqo figure out how many licks/

the A.P.B. has been put out on the dyke/
come my way slap your azz like Ike/
im on point, outta sight on the mic/
fuckin kid, pack your bags and take a hike
yeah your lyrics are unforgettable/
no originality, you didnt bring shit to this table/
tellin fables, after fables after fables/
im hard this, im hard that/
i'll kill you this, I'll kill you that/
fool stick to the fuckin facts/
you cant pull shit, quick, except whippin out the vaseline to sit on some dicks/
your name aint i drop rhymes/
its I Drop My Drawls/
"cause u luvv to get stuck in the azz with a stick"/
and suck on dem balls/
pulled the broom out, now take a lick/
I knew your azz was sick/
fuckin rag doll, mary poppins raggedy anne bitch/
those your idols?/
for your defense you sure in hell didnt take the title/
look..u r imaginin me on porno sites/
and you saying that im the dyke?/
no that really doesnt sound right/
your a couple of notches way under from being bright/
and oh yes, my shit is tight/
original never took a bite/
, u mad cause all my past and current post is shining bright/
everything i put up here is shit i write/
your shit is fiction/
thinkin you can take a swipe at hambone/
u still fairy tales wishin/
u soft as a pillow, im hard as stone/
and yes you can believe that/
fuckin with me, lose your life like u playin craps/
everything i say is real/
from here, to my Former Federal Penitentiary Cell/
i'll cut a deal, have my well connected niggaz on the next flight/
your fairy tale book is closed, no more stories to tell

Hambone (Guest):
hmmmm...no more post...

I drop rhymes (Guest):
whats the matter pussy aint u ever heard of a life?
i aint go time to be on this shit every night
bitch from now on call me frank white
im on top of the fight
an my raps travel at the speed of light
so dont step up to the rap ayatollah
i got kids bouncin to this from the strollas
niggaz call me coca cola
cuz i always smoke a bowl-a
stop with these wack rhymes written with no heart
nigga i had the title wrapped up before the start
u a dumb nigga. ridn shot gun in a tart-kart
so check the chart
shows idr on top never to be faught
cuz u aint even in my vascinity
im holyier than the holy trinity
bout to go on another all out winnin spree
what? u fuckn kiddn me?
i drop rhymes for the sweet ladies
especially the ones that aint got no babies
an got no rabies
so fuck u hambone u little wannabee mc
neverfuckn step to me
cuz i blow off ya head frquently
4 -3

ITW [the irish boy]:
BOOM I HOP IN ON THE SIDE OF THE ORIGINAL G
SORRY? NUMBER 2? STRAIGHT UP AFTER ME
PRODUCIN THESE RHYMES WHILE SMOKIN SES WEED
ACCUSED OF FUCKIN HER TOO HARD? SHIT DID I MAKE HER BLEED
SHIT THATS NOT ABUSE I CARE NOT FOR COLOUR OR CREED
SHE POURED OUT JUICE AND TOLD ME SHE HAD A SEXUAL NEED
I KNEEDED HER STOMACH HUNGRY LIKE I WANTED A FEED
SHIT U BETTER NOT SAY I PLANTED A SEED!
IF IT GROWS INTO A TREE THEN ILL SHOW NO LEAD
COZ WEED AS WE SEE ITS THE ONLY TREE I KNOW
I GUESS ILL GET BACK TO WORKIN THIS FLOW TAKIN ONE MORE THROW
OF THAT DICE THATS YOUR LIFE THAT I KNOCK OUT WITH ONE BLOW
LIFE WAS LIKE A VICE OF PAIN AND STRIFE
I PUT U OUTTA THE MISERY
NOW U LIVE BELOW

sup yall bringin it live. a strange rhyme that one i dunno if it came out like it shoulve. anyways peace out, good to see u back spittin dogg

Hambone (Guest):
that was tight irish...

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