West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Ro J. Simpson on August 06, 2001, 02:27:03 PM
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straight off the line...round 2 rite here...i need to floor your ass...spit and ill reply in a bit...its food time
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dayum you be coming here and starting this shit when I was suppose to e doing it....anywayz let round 2 commence...:
Little punk ass fagot who think he's hard
Bitch I'll deal with you easier than a pack of cards
Your retardedness and bullshitting makes you disabled
Still using viagra to get your dick up and enabled?
Your pissed off and your head hurts from encephalitis
The inefficiency of the fire extinguisher makes you burn to death from this
My inferiority makes me infernal to your rhymes
Cause the lubricant up your ass makes you spit slippery shit only worth dimes
The lugubriousness shows in your eyez and makes you fear
The mellifluous shit you spit only half appears
While you commit pederasty I'm in the kitchen making a pemmican
Using yourself to pound the meat that I got from your intestine
People are pejorative to my freestyling that I'm starting to hate
Cause of the penal I recieve the cops I have to infiltrate
I'm gonna get the handyman to do a maintenance on your rhyme cause it's weak
As the equidistant gaps in your teeth make it erroneous when you speak
So your straightness is equivocal and you do equivocate unstoppably about it
Cause this flow is gonna cause so much functionalism to you that your brain will decintagrate and eliminate all the possibility of your willingness to spit.
I await your response Bad Seed.
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madd lyrically charged cypher ready to spit/
if i bust 3, i quarantee on of em will hit/
sittin here, smoked out, bustin out lines/
sicc versed, mind cursed, rhymin to outshine/
not even yor best could touch this/
just another fella, fell victim to my list/
i got techniques, vocals and inventions/
more shit to leave you lost in my sentence/
i could play you different ways like jedi mind tricks/
im killin you, i gotta find a coffin that fits/
your shoes dont fit and u cant pay rent/
your girls got a baby, and u aint got a cent/
you aint got a job, and you got a house/
your shack is fallin to pieces, yo, is that a mouse?/
u go from place to place until u get evicted/
ill take you on a journey, and brainwash you like liquid/
so im blastin u away, signed sealed and delivered/
ur wastin away, your mind is on a pivot/
theres no point of u stayin/
cos everybody's complainin/
u keep on faintin/
and degeneratin/
take a hike, get on out, do wateva the fuck u gotta/
but dont hang around, or ill blast you alotta/
take heed in the words i say/
cos im a preacher, i was sent to teach the way/
so ive destructed you, and u can hardly breathe/
jus anotha one defeated, so let me now leave/
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nice rhyme.....right voting plz.