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ay yo im feeling that cuzz....let me fucc wit ya


aaawww shit this niggas just had to ask a question knowing that best wreck wit the steps less u gon fecth ima jet next to hex well im the best if not im aiming at the best marching wit the best im farting with yo chick all up in yo chick dont tell me to get a grip
all ima do is grab tits actually the stacks came quick im fucked up so i cant quit automatic when i feel for the 5th somen snap like pits some splash liek piss ima smash somen drench smellen her scent im grinden oh lord im feeling grab all her im willing..boy im geting it...im fucccccccckkked uppppp

AREOPOSTAL ON WIT A FINE MOUTH? SNATCH DAT HO N RIDE OUT
ITS JTREAT. WATCH ME LEAVE WITTA ZIP UP OUT THE DIME HOUSE
LIKE DAT WHAT MY HOUSE. WHAT IT THIIZZ?? NAH..ACTUALLY
YALL ARE STEADILY HATIN CUZ YA BENEFITS JUST AINT MATCHIN ME
IM CLASS ACTION G... YALL ARE LOCAL
COPPIN ZIPS TO BRICKS CODE TO CODE, GUESS U CAN CALL ME POSTAL
HAVA BITCH UP OUT HER WALLET, BANK PIN, CAR NOTE N SOCIAL
LIGHT IT UP N HIT ME NIGGA, ALWAYS FIND ME BY COASTAL
CUZZ ILL ROAST U, SIMILAR TO THE SWISH SPLIT FRESH
THIS BAY SHIT LIKES MIGRATION, ALL THE BITCHES FLY WEST
DONT TEST, THE BEST SWINGIN TAKIN EVERYTHIN IM SEEIN
YALL MAD CUZ YALL NEVA BE-IN THE SPOTLIGHT FRESH OUT THE GM
TIME TO ROAST THIS BLEGIT SO PEACE N CARPE DIEM

yall squares, fakes, liars n phonys
theres more tiger in me then thers tiger in tony
im real tho, ill bust u in the head witta steal toe
im from the 707, reppin the field hoe
u a lil bitch, how u gona claim savage
ima insane savage leave u wit brain damage
my money fat i can make it rain cabbage
Ill backhand u that that nigga Ike T
now u in kaiser connected to an IV
i smack niggas up like that bitch Tina Turner
u wanna stand a chance u better bringa burner
im hard to kill, i got flames like a bar n grill
for all i care u can OD off a jar of pills
i smoke kush i get higher then a star fareals
holla at me if u lookin for them bargain deals
u cant fuck wit me ima lion-u-a-antelope
its like a baby bitin-through-a-cantelope
u cant do it your sorry and pathetic
my flow leave u numb like an anesthetic

Cali Grown, Cali Raised and i rep to the death/
Back in the day id smashed on whoever wanna to step/
Now Im on another path, still packin cocked steel/
M4 wit a ACOG, on the side is a Nine-Mill/
Military couldn't trust a young down northern boy/
Cuz last time they did a few cops got destroyed/
So you knw we cant be trusted, thats how cali boys roll/
Got watch ya own back to keep ya name off a stone/
People say i need help but i only keep it real/
Understand i was born to fight, understand i was bred to kill


im a lil rusty its been too damn long son

You gotta watch ya back when u perform wit the ruga/
But since 2007 ive had the govt paperwork to do it/
Sendin 50 Cal's through em, i love seein the pink mist/
4 months ive been gone but im still gettin green bitch/
People say ive gon crazy, people say im insane/
But what would you do if you seen a kids brains/
This placed is still grimy this place is still gritty/
You keep ya eyes open in case things get shitty/
Been lucky so far, but im knockin on wood/
Cuz anythin can happen theres no room in this place for good


jus thought id add to urs dogg

good shit

into the path of a righteous blood bath// my slugs-laugh as they dug-passed your smug-ass// my drugs-math..amphetamines...sick integers that split-into-words and rip-into-herbs like pestocides// best-to-hide your-neck-in-ties cause i go-for-that-vein when i flow-from-the-brain// thinking twice before you fuck with me cause you know-from-the-pain that i dealt in past encounters// fuck'em with in-out-words...then take the insides and bend-outwards// im the type of beast whos heat-gathering to release chattering thats teeth shattering leaving you in a bubbling heap of meat-and-spatter..then eat the platter..a lot of lava// im not in the mood...go bother your mama// dis-arm-ya even if you aint packin heat and beat your shell-toe with your own elbo and wrist-band// then gain access with your print-scan// im more of a diss-man you skippin' and stutter-steppin'// while your mothers rubber-stretchin' till my butter covers her utters and other sections// your styles not meshing like de la hoya with holes in his fishnests with-pets....


eh...not in the mood

pretty with the verbal pictures, yall stuck in the sketch-pad
mad cuz im bound to blow like strikin' a match up in a meth-lab
keep my label indie like a cutie ridin in a death cab
mug all ya want but in the end nigga its just too bad
gettin over on me? now thats an obserd statement
yall hate set untill ya fragile body meets the pavement
hit a blunt in 6th grade n havent been able to behave-since
pick up lines consist of "Ay bitch!" in more pussy than Latex
i spit while u stay checked, imma stack them bills consistently
gettin big is more inevidable then Jim Carry findin the number 23
cant u see? yall slopily fail with flying colors
make u loose ur other half quik like dying siamese twin brothers
i shake down family trees just ask ya mother
left err street side naked, took everythin she had from her

its jtreat. gettin em live thru the streets
no case for me so my boys ride wit the heat
paper chase the game got me high on these beats
fly thru the lanes ya kno always fire in the sweets
always fire in the speech, im on some new shit
black vans sf cap fitted, call it a new fit
everythin u hype i done did it homie u foolish
on a slap im ruthless, that verbal baberuth shit
i stay rude bitch, but ya girl gotta love it
a freak that dips a dick like some mcnuggets
in public? now thats a whole nother story
concord blvd starbucks, she was a whore g
yall fags prolly like some all male orgys.
sweatin at the brow, lickin ya lips like Oh jeeze
oh please, u niggas is funny to me
ya ill kick it wit yall one time, each minutes 800 a peice
750 atleast yall squares dont want it wit me
aint on americas most, but prolly wanted in 3

another story another dream unrealized cause these real-eyes see through weak dudes like x-rays// i send flare through next-day air and bill you before i kill you// i fill two cups of fecal for four people to abosrb evil// the musical scores-regal too much for the poor and feeble// i got a foriegn-depot...more like a hub for crime and buds, dimes and dubs, the finest drugs// i rhyme-you-hug this time-i-dug your grave preempted...shred your carcus.. and simply empty the mince-meat ten-feet and gently fill the hole like i had-respect...// make you make me your benefactor and cash-your-checks// begin-the-laughter as i slash-the-neck of the whore that gave me a rash-from-sex// balacava with just a dash-of-techs...while you don a mask-to-text// unless you fart aids...no way your ass-a-threat// step aside..this is the clash-of-vets like beefing animal doctors// we use razors, needles...not-words// absured is the man who thinks he can hold a candle to the ammo and still stand// homie...i broke pangea...you choppin weight with one gram// stoppin opposition with the wind trail of one-hand...it aint even fun man// as far as the gun stands...there are racks upon racks moved by the backs of 100-slaves// your dumbest-day is whenever you decide to come-and-play

*balaclava

damn....hot sake makes you write like that?




BARTENDER!!

i get high like times,close your eyes like blinds,
make you see the sign,do you realy think u can ryme,
i drop it fast like food,leave emm black and blue,
i rep tha ole skool,
street knowlege you couldnt learn in college,
street smart with alot a heart,your more like a car that don't want to start,
out of gas hear the tecn nine blast,everone new the dude in the back of the class,
i running late to work so i gotta go ill check out everones flow lol holla!i had to join keep this shit lit!

ima tripple OG they call me sam-i-am
bitch break yoself for yo green eggs n ham
call up my homie cat in the hat
hes crazy muthafucka hell beat u down with a bat
hes a down ass homie my number one goon
me and him get high, higher then the moon
we blow tree ina house, we blow tree with a mouse
we blow tree and then have sex with yur spouse
she fucks us here and she fuck us there
she doesnt care shes fucks us anywhere
we fuck her ina box, we fuck her in her socks
we pull out our cocks, then fuck her in the rocks
this a killa team, sam and cat
were alays down to bust a cap
well shoot you from a tree, then dump u in the sea
nobodys fuckin with cat and me


haha yea yall aint fuckin wit that

i'll sever a severance package from wack activist's backpack and money-clips// i throw punches with running hits...make you stupid f*cks do dummy-flips// i'll lay my c*ck to daughters...make'em learn early//my rhymes are obese, burly and wordy// leave you somewhere lost like hurley// i got a harem of 30 curly haired mulattoes// make a self-hating african think he won the lotto// i stay in the grotto// shot-holes in your story where there are no inconsistencies// meaning i'll mkae you look fake even if honesty is where you meant to be// i spit subatomic energy with supernova intensity...eat'em up and ish out a nugget like a black dwarf in density// a propensity terror...with grammatic errors but its straight off the hair like asian weaves// blasian-smeeze, i'll copulate and sneeze seeds cause im that raw// and i got the gaul, a little eruopean taking a swipe at a giant's jaw// i envelope and swallow all

im at work..so i had to censor it

It's not bright if you can not write
with skill tonight I'll just kill the mic
I drop it right you can feel the life
comeback running rap appeal strife
that I relate so you can't debate
with me or deviate with the hate
against me dropping my first post
see whose watching my verse coast
or worst boast cause i'm not cocky
but someone hating will not stop me
it just possibly sets me off you see
I'm a prophet, I got the posse he
knows how to write to live and let go
knows what he likes, gives the best flow
let's go back to the drawing board
cause my nails I was knawing bored

just messin around...