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Indo~G vs. Spicemuthafuc*in1
Spicemuthafuc*in1:
If you come at me Im gonna make ya vanish like I was the lord
Have you on the run like a fugitive like you was Harrison Ford
Then I'll catch you like I was playing the role of Tommy-Lee Jones
Sand your ass backpacking and back to momma at home
i hope my raps instill life into your breathless existence
i spit shit and hit quick so i hope you've got good reflexes
after this don't bother responding
your washed out, Ive got you spinning around like laundry
my verbals come sick wid it, like 40 and b-la
fuck 2 blunts, I'll roll up 3 blunts together and name them a tri-la
its easy running circles around clowns like yourself
why do you keep bringing up my race? is there something wrong with yourself?
man this is coming so easy
your not in my same league Im varsity, your j.v
can you comprehend what Im doing to your career
you shouldn't have had an open challenge, and now that i came answering its clear
that spicemuthafuckin1 aint to be challenged just ask indo~g
i left him demolished, abused, and crushed like a crash test dummy
i Mac like mall, i Mac like Dre
i enjoy humiliating emcees like yourself, so you can try coming at me another day
cause today was my day i put you on wax like a burnt candle
diddy will spit a hot verse before you have anything hanging on your mantle
please stop while you think your ahead, are you dead? alive? you seem incoherent
i need to stop rapping and give you a chance, cause now you must be plain embarrassed
its alright, you put up a fight, too bad for your small bite
Im like Fred wreck when you see me its on onsite
aint nothin to a boss
Dynamic:
Quit Actin like u Runnin shit'- U jus Another kid wit Blubber lipz
Son of a bitch who Runz to Snitch to the Government
Fuck all the Justice shit. Ill be the Judge of this,
U dont want None of this,cause Ill be Bustin thick at ur Rusted Whip
Get Duckin for Cover Quick when the Thunder spit from a hundred clips
I wan' see the Colors mix when i Leave u in a puddle of ur own Blood and Piss
Niggas compare me to PUN or BIG, while u jus a busted bitch on Usher's Dick
Whod Chug or Drink his Cum an piss, mixed in a jug of Shit wit Nuts in it.
an u Love to giit a Rubber Dick an Shove it in ur Butt Till its Blood u Drip.
U soft as a fuckin McMuffin is an ur Cunt is Pink, an im 'Lovin it.' (HAAAAA)
Ur Fuckin lint, wit the fuckin shit u frontin wit, im Disgusted wit' what u Writ.
U Rhymin limited Punches an libs an other shit, But nothin's Sick.
Bust out the Blunts an Gin ,Cause ur Ripped an This jus is another Win,
Cause The Chance that ur Gunna win is a hundred less than One in Ten
U Dissin me is like missin 4-fifth's of six puzzles mixed, it Doesnt Fit
As im Confrontin him he best hope his Moms can Stitch cus the Punk is ripped
Why u Front an Diss?u jus a bitch ur Moms'd miss, go get ur last Hug and kiss
spice better say Uncle Quick, cause my Heavy Chevy's Trunk is BIG
u not a Thug or Pimp, a Brother or a Blood or Crip, cause ur Colorless. (Gea)
Ill Leave without a Bump or Dent, a cut or slit, cause u dont got a Gun or Switch
So Switch what u comin wit' Cause ima Roast u like Succulent Buttered Shrimp.
Use your Body for Sustenance, and Dump whats left like a Ton of Bricks,
an Jus for the Fun of it, Ill Leave it Under six and Covered Thick like Onion Rings
and leave ur fam Wonderin where the Fuck it is till 2026 when they Discover it
U mus' be a weak Comedian cus all of ur Punches are Jokes
I Killed u before,and now im gunna hafta Punish ur Ghost
An u Frontin wit ur Metaphors like they Somethin u Wrote
Bittin'an Regergitatin Content's gotta be Stuntin' ur Growth
Rip u open and show u bit shit When i leave ur Stomach exposed
Got this Under control, forget battlin me Jus Study and Quote
u shoulda Stuck to tryin to Butter Bitches up wit Love in a Poem
Gettin Blazed by the Streets like hes Somethin to Smoke
Throw away all ur Rhymes cause they as Fresh as Fungus an' Mold
Only way ud bust it an' Blow all alone is if u were Suckin ur Own
Im Young an ur Old, and u be blinded by my Shine as the Sun to a Mole
I Gave 'way some Rhymes in England, and Made some of London Explode (Think)
Compairin You to me, is like compairin Jewelry, ur Rust and im Gold
Besides, You Couldnt Fuck wit my Flow even if it was Stuck in ur Hoe (FUCK)
Im Pumpin Buddens an Bone while u public joke, cause u Bumpin ur Own (GEEA)
Niggas that Huntin u Know my Rhymes give them my Instructions in Code
an' as u Touchin the Ropes Ima be Commin in Gunnin it whole Fuh the K.O.
Cause u was jus Bluffin befo' ill be Crushin ur Dome Infront of ya Hoe,
An' at the end 'Leave u wit Somethin i Wrote that be Hung on ur Toe
SHIIIIT
Fuck Your Existence:
Indo~G > Spicemuthafuc*in1,props homie
Dynamic:
R.I.P. Spicemuthafuc*in1
Spicemuthafuc*in1:
whatever man if you want to be like that its all good.
im a man so i can swallow my pride, ya you got me, your dope however i know ive got skills too so im aight
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