Author Topic: Callin out every body in here(freetype) (Read 221 times)

MattJones · « **on:** December 10, 2002, 01:57:25 PM »

Matt Jones is hot like june but sick wit it like sypliss
you can tell im up to no good by the way i waltz in the room i cause mischief
split you open -then pour salt in ya wound
turn ya beef into jerky cut you into tidbits
my lyrics are the hottest
but when cats speak of beef i grab my gun i load it i cock
it
but fuck shootin ill beat you with the butt of my glock so you can talk shit
if money is the key to success call me the locksmith
when i get tired of bein the best i get my cock licked
by some white chick, lightskinned buttery brown or milk chocolate
im a veteran at this game i just got no rings like stockton
yeah i'm new to this board
but i lettin ya'll all know that i'mma lyrical lord
my style built tough like ford
and its hardcore like porn
lyrically im raw and uncut clinically crazy
but ya style more commercial that old navy
ya style is softer than the but of a baby
ya cd on the shelf old and unused n years like the pussy of an old lady

you this is a lil freetype
but if you think you can do better
the reply

<Matt Jones
Getmoney Entertainment>

funkstylz · « **Reply #1 on:** December 10, 2002, 03:57:43 PM »

i got anotehr post with the same shit going on man just hit that one up in Callin'em out

King Tech Quadafi · « **Reply #2 on:** December 13, 2002, 11:35:23 PM »

Im doing back to back drivey bys in the same whip/
pull out the glock that i aim with, go to sleep tomorrow the same shit/
You get ya moneys worth, Tech gets the job done/
When Im on the mic, standing with ya arms by ya side is just not an option/
Here to blow your flame out, Kick in the door, knock the frame out/
Leave ya with a hole in ya head big enough to let ya brain out/
When worst comes to worst, Tech grab the mic and spit first/
Why be happy when u live under Uncle Sams curse/