quick spit

[kbz]

postin a verse thats toastin every word you  and ya crew tried to disperse,
your worse of a disgrace,then tokin up in church/
im chokin you in the hearse, while your bodys still smokin from burns,
ill creamate ya ashes with matches, then stash you in an urn,reattach your frame,then re-attack your brain until you learn,
you can't beat kbz with that unoriginal shit
u aint defeatin me even if you bring ya whole clique
ill rip them little shits just like virgin clit
with perversion,im obsurdly murdering you with this inverted shit,
respond if you want-
you can be the one to get stomped
your so sloppy kid you can't even copy my font,
ill chop you so badley you'll be recieving workers comp/
so flaunt all you want but all your tasty flows are gettin chomped
you'll see nevatripalone, rippin deceit through your dome
equipped with 2 fists made completely of chrome,
yo G see i'm deleting your reign on the throne,
using my slang to slay you with flames in this derranged poem,
skorching your flows right back down your throat
you'll need to change your username once you regain the right to post

Last modification: kbz - 02/18/01 at 00:32:32

[kbz]

yo im the president, so fake it in turns,
while i wrap interns up naked and make them anally take my sperm
i guess you could call it rapin but like jason im disturbed
ill have your heart racin while im chasing you around the burbs
i should change my name to narcotic casue im lacin all you herbs
you better switch states, casue if i find you im engraving your face into the curb,
and i aint gonna stop kickin it until in convicted of murder in the third
im a certified burgler, ill even take your werds
its kbz cheif and im more potent then the best crop
you couldnt get the crowd up if you were britany spears breast job
im mangeling your brain, and splattering your neck bitch/ your battelin the best kid,on this mic you get left beaten and neglected
like science class im usin methods of dissection,
my flows cast disease and theres no treatment for this infection,
i thrill with my skillz
killin syllables without frills
with flows tastier then cereal from general mills
my rhymes so explosive every single letter will burst
and you think you came close spittin wit that pathetic verse
while embedding this curse in through your veins
i'm strangling your dead black corpse
your prayers couldnt be answered
if there was a manger on your back porch

Last modification: kbz - 02/17/01 at 00:54:53