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I drop rhymes:
if u think my flow aint shit
then why u design ur shit after it
every word u rhyme ive done before
an too bad your bathroom is your floor
u live in a box.. how ya givn tours?
pussy u copy shit shit then calim it to be ur own
if i was ur parent.. your ass i would disown
what now pussy? ur spot is blow
u nothin but a fake ass clone
an copyn my shit i just dont condone
any one can copy even a fuckn drone
so come back to me with ur own lyrics
otherwise motha fucka i dont wanna hear it
u wack ass lickn homosex
u fuckn like men an crossdress
an yo girls nasty.. got more gas than hess
u dont have a house.. so u got no adress
haha u an yo crew just a fuckn mess
o shit thats right.. u aint got a crew
cuz no motha fucka will be afiliated wit u
cuz u rob yo peoples like a money hungry jew
so whos tha foo?
that shit is just weak
i wouldnt take a shit on that.. not even a leak
even if it was on fire
like my mic cuz im hot like a screechn tire
i burn too many so no longer use a wire
an like creed my buds gonna take ya higher
when im done wit ya ass u gonna have to retire
you fuckn ignorant fake as illigitimate shit
my bullets.. pussy imma fill u wit this

peace u faggot ass poser
get your own damn shit bitch

PaRaDoX_Uk:
yo who the fuck is that?
the English Psychopath,
with the fucking baseball bat,
and the gat, cocked ready for war,
you said i was poor,
but who got an UZI in the dresser drawer,

what y'all know about bein' a thug
this shit invloves mo' than sellin' a drug,
or packin' a gat,
or heatin' a sack,
y'all mothafucka's rhyming is wack,

sex, drugs, birth control,
my shit is so hot it's burning like coal,
hotter than fire,
i make y'all mothafucka's perspire,
if yo' fuckin' with me y'all bound to expire,

my reputations as big as my family tree,
yo' gonna end up fucked up after messing wit me,
cus my crew we ride,
are debters fucking hide,
but we'll hunt you down,
shoot you down,
beat you down,
we'll teach y'all crackheads to pay us now.

.: DiNt :.
.51 Crew.

Sir Hambone:
wait wait wait, hambone up in this bitch/
checkin out this so called battle/
about to hand all of ya'll your nursery rattles/
the new sheriff is in town/
dropped a A-bomb/
did you hear the sound/
Ka-Booom, I'm the king of this battleground/
check what you say/
it comes easy to slay/
for those that are speakin ludacriss rhymes/
today just happens to be daylight savings time/
hurry up and push that clock ahead 1 hour/
so you can try to forget HAMBONE devoured/
everything you stand for/
every club u walk in they showed u the door/
u ask why?/
i have to be honest, i cant tell a lie
tis the season/
Hambone gave doctors a new reason/
for the new phobias/
mc's are scared of/
that they discovered/
makes mc's wonder/

"what they hell was on my mind?"/
"i thought i could take his shine."/
"it was too bright"/
"I lost my sight"/

while im laughin at the 187 keystyle/
i pulled, that showed my might, and ended your life/
without the gat/sat back/relaxed/
watched as you, sta-sta-stuttered/
while the crowd gives me my props and goes"oooh that was butter"/

Lets Battel? open to anyone?/
come on son/
do u really want me to get the paddle/?
put u on my lap and slap that ass like yo momma/
put u up as my new trophy for my mantle/
straight drama/
coming from all angles/
it takes two to tangle/
but your more like Mr. Bo jangles/
this is only open to a select few/
and i thought u knew/
oh shit?, thats my bad, its must be that phobia again/
i committed a sin/
you dropped off, outta sight like you were MC Ren


one luv to all the peeps out there, and on this West Coast Affiliatez Forum.

hambone representin Seattle

Sir Hambone:
bump this/
in the mix again/
I must be the devil, cause im about to commit another sin/
backdafucup/
i aint onyx/
so whats up/
think u r all rowdy rowdy/
when i hear your name it makes me wanna up chuck/
my shit is hot, from the south pole to Maui/
melt you down/
inch by inch, pound by pound/
show you the real niggaz are here in Seatown/
did u join the circus you fuckin clown/
big red nose/
fakin the funk/
to much trickin with your hoes/
stumblin over words like a punk/
your rhymes stunk/
make me sick/
please back up off my dick/
im the cure for the common wack rappers/
daffy duck punk muthafucker/
this is a mans game/
its a low down dirty shame/
u showed your face/
such a waste/
made u leave this game/
like your name was Ma$e/

Sir Hambone:
round three/
for me/
cant you see/
im in it to win it/
knockout punch/
eat all of u for my lunch/
really, i consider it a snack/
everything i have seen is wack/
took you all by surprise, is this the reason there is so much slack?/
stackin the cash like a mack/
comin smooth soundin like dove shack/
follow what 2 live crew said "...and dont come back"/
consider me the coach of this football game/
like i said before, its a low down dirty shame/
your career is on the same path as tevin cambells/
your money aint right, and your mind is in shambles/
you dont want beef/
more like mischief/
cause your a kid/
thats what i said/
fuckin Right Said Fred/
your style is like a 80's jeri curl/
which is DEAD!

please dont come in my direction/
have enough hollow point tips to pump u full of lead/
the 187 will become a execution/
consider this your last warning/
u might not see another morning

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