West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Phiasko (Guest) on June 15, 2001, 02:50:43 PM
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I came to battle / nigga i'll strattle yah neck / dismantle yah torso so it's not erect / the effects my rhymes cause / bring out yah flaws, and make you stop like menapause / defying all laws of nature with my rapid tongue / don't let the fact that i'm young / get to yah, i got enough air in these lungs / to be infectin' yah / with rhymes to tear you to pieces / rip off yah penis / and discover a fetus / now i know you from venus / but nigga i'm from mars, the planet / if you step up to me, ima just gon return like a bad habit / god dammit, i have it / i have a 9 in my left hand, so run bitch, like a rabbit / when i see yah momz ass, ima tap it / but when i see yo face nigga, i'ma cap it / fuckin stab it / jab it 12 times and kidnap it / like this was face-off, and i was nicholas cage / unleash my rage, on every page / ....... fuck, i gotta go, peace!
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whats that wack ass shyt I saw/
nigga you ain't raw/
sik lyrics been in my spirit since your mom was wearin
trainin' bra's.
It's gettin' hot should i turn the heat down?
test MASS and get a lyrical beat down/
not just you anyone that wanna compete now.
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I run out and blast//
any buster when they pass//
with an attitude looking at me//
my nine's got an attitude easy to see//
cause it's in your eye//
better say bye bye//
your about to rest in peace//
have insects sucking on your blood like a leach// ants infest your earholes//
listen to the sounds while I ride and roll//
i take you to school//
smack your balls//
like I was playing pool//
a lone fighter not out for revenge//
cause I've never been hurt//
your smacked now you're layin' in dirt//
my click is my guns///your click is deep but still getting done//
up on the come up I run up like Carl Lewis//
sit back while I do this//
and don't speak I put a nine to your beak//
and shoot up your kids while their watching sesame street//
Keep it going