winner? shit aint yet to begin

[I drop rhymes]

ight now this little bitch is illiterate
u cant raed how u gonna be significant
u cant even be legitimate
i aint try to rhyme cry's
cuz if i did it would it would sound fine
the word is pronounced cris.. as in crystal
the shit i drink after i whip ya with mah pist-al
its this ill drink u wouldnt have the money to peep at
u say u drive but where ya jeep at?
u sayin shit like i aint got no flow?
then why u at the front row of my show
now that u got played its mah cock u gon blow
motha fucka who you know?
talkn shit like my responses take weeks
sorry pussy  im out runnin tha streets
comn up with mad tight beats
gettn the crowd jumpn out they seats
while u sittn home jackn off to internet pics
im out gettn my cock licked my fine ass tricks
an yo ass gets kicks outa suckn on dicks
my flow is like the mississippi or the nile
my style.. u know its motha fuckn wild
an yo ass? aint nothin but a pettitfile
can u read that yo homo
hope u kill yoself like sunny bono
i already drank like 18 beers an im bout to drink 4 mo'
yo these lyrics so tight youll prob hear em on the next interscope
when u spit i could smell ya.. betta use scope
when im done wit ya ass youll be lookn for rope
to hang ya ass from the ceiln
so lemme ask ya.. how ya feeln?
lucky? hahaha not after i know ya as has been squealn
we gotta name for people like ya on the east
bitch nigga.. a kid who cant pack heat
a kid that u know u can beat
a kid that does all his work wit his feet
a kid that wont curse only say "bleep"
a kid that dont know when his girl is a creep
a kid that keeps crowds in they seats
i bust freestlyes so often call me lyricist lounge show
got ill rappers sayin "can i crown yo"
an i stay puffn on crazy pounds yo
an on my cock yo girls goin down...OH
haha u cant handle my words
an i lay herbs like u down on curbs
pack mor bombs then surbs
so good i could rap without verbs
while u just homo gay
i aint got no more ta say
peace faggot





Last modification: I drop rhymes - 02/27/01 at 22:26:45

[M Dogg™]

Simon Says:

Why is it after I mention shit
Your always rearranging it
And then call me illiterate
When read is misspelled, little bitch
Check it
you ass is marked
And the pics on the net
Well that's your momma of course
But I don't jack off, I get head,
By your bitch, well I imagion it's your momma instead
And did I tell, what the eses in L.A. jails said
That it's your daddy that'll suck 'till his almost dead
So peep game bitch
Don't ever try and front
And tell your girl to get more junk in her trunk
'Cause I want to be satisfied with the hump
That's the only reason why I wouldn't let her give it up
Hold up
What's this about running the streets
Your ass ain't even see anybody get beat
For me, I never taste defeat
When it comes to a one on one, I'll knock um off they feet
And then you talk about making beats
Sounds like that shit ain't bring heat
Muthaphukka, you can't beat me
'Cause you ain't one my level if I chopped that shit by three
You say your ass is going be on Interscope
You say your ass has preformed on Lyricist Lounge Shows
Muthaphukka, give up hope
You couldn't even be signed to Death Row

Hold up Dogg
Shit stop playing with the muthaphukka and finish his ass

You use the same style over again
Your shit is so old, It's like Whodini's Friends
Only it ain't getting no kind of spin
Hell it's so boring, people just want you to end
Accept defeat like a man
Since your shit ain't tight, we wouldn't be mad if you ran
Or I'll bust some shit that'll be remembered, like Eminem's Stan
Only this time, it'll be hard like The Way I Am
Is this what you wanted
Superfly Shuka can't even jump on it
And Hulk Hogan can't slam it like Onyx
And Rowdy Roddy Piper can do nothing about it
About the skill of this Mexican
AmeriKKKa's most wanted, Now AmeriKKKa's worst threat
To the lives of the average AmeriKKKan
So fuck those that try to get me baned
And oh, I don't drive a Jeep, I drive a van
'Cause that's the only thing I can carry your bitch in
And your momma likes it better and
I can carry more drugs in the back end
Which reminds me this
It was you that said he dealt drugs, I guess like crystal meth
Oh how can a suburb kid get involve with the drug mess
I wish you the best of luck trying not to get shot kid
And if people ask you if this are facts, tell them yes
Because I'm Simon, and Simon says