West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Now_Im_Not_Banned on May 27, 2005, 04:23:21 PM
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When I sympathize I'm the reason for life
But my fingers on the trigger and I'm squeezin' it tight
Catch a beatin' tonight
Left in pieces like Reeses deceased when you die
I ain't believin' ya lies
My thesis is right, ya'll want a piece of the pie
But ya'll stickin dicks in it instead of eatin' it high
I need an answer, but I don't have a question
You better start confessin' if you don't like Smith N Wessons
My heat will be the muthafuckin' cause of your death
I jack fools and jack-moves are the cause of your depth
Snitchin' ain't the way, you better face me like a man
But you slashed my fuckin' tires like a bitch and then you ran
Now be a man and take what cooks
Like Peter Pan you'll face a hook
I'll slice you pale, like Christ get nailed
And like a fuckin' female your fight is frail
Killing you is not enough, I'll kill all those you consider important
But I'll keep it in the family like a mother fucking Mormon
Sccit is fucked up and he ain't afraid of karma
You ain't seen shit, now tell me, what is Trauma...?
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Nice rhyming! I loved the multi's you used, I thought it showed a lot of skill. Good punchlines too! Keep writing, homes. Peace*
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Thanks...
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Yer you got beef, yer you got beef.
Nice spit NIK!
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8)
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Dang, that was tight.
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I'm actually gonna give that ass a compliment............
very nice better then what you used to do