week 4 Eastwood vs. Cel-C-us
- Thread starter Dvious
- Start date
im gettin soft
A microphone masacre,live and uncut mann its exclusive//
among my many murders,this will be the most abusive//
cancel ya future...EASTWOOD is bout 2 make u useful//
lean to-the-left-cuzz,my target practice needz-a-booster//
leave CEL-C-US's TEMPERATURE on ABSOLUTE ZERO//
so PHUCCIN WHACC,anniolatin u LESSONZ-MY-EGO//
Smith-n'-Wesson's-my-hero,test him and he'll leave-u-vacant//
spot u in SALT-LAKE-bak'n,my-shots'll-have-u-HARLEM-SHAKIN//
am-i-mis-tak-en???ARE U REALLY-REALLY THA FUCCIN CHALLENGE???//
hollup tha-mic-is achin,my flow is chemically-imbalanced//
possessed by malice,malicious acts just-seem-ta-keep-me-goin//
keep my pistol blowin,i feed-tha-need-4-human meat explosion//
made 2 detonate,straight-penetrate-thoo-da-chestplate-of-tha-fake//
BAKE-VESTS-LIKE-CAKES,374 DEGREES DIVIDED BY 2,THATS YA FATE//
checcmate...IM-STRAPPED-WIT-DYNAMITE-DE-SIGNED-TA-BLO-ON-SITE,THATS-RIGHT I'LL BOMB-YA//
U COULDN'T SPIT TIGHT IF-U-WAS-A-VIR-GIN-DYKE WIT-DA-MIC-WRAPPED-INA-LATEX-CON-DOM//
sprayin fatal pestacide on u rodent mcz//
when-u-open-ya-eyes,all-u-gonna-see-iz-MDS(medical detectives)//
straight-handin-out-lyrical-beatdownz,my glandz leak roundz//
killin niggaz by the beef poundz//
mah-"beatz"-aint-"by-da-pound" but-ill-leave-u-under-ground,where-no-one-around-could-eva-hear-ya-squeek-soundz//
and-it-aint-ova-till-i-sho-out//
da-44-route,leave-ya-face-lookin-like-a-blo-spout//
no doubt//
all-i-see-is-mo-money,4-CRASHIN-this-PRO-DUMMY//,i'll- SMOKE-u-like-itz-"420"//
A microphone masacre,live and uncut mann its exclusive//
among my many murders,this will be the most abusive//
cancel ya future...EASTWOOD is bout 2 make u useful//
lean to-the-left-cuzz,my target practice needz-a-booster//
leave CEL-C-US's TEMPERATURE on ABSOLUTE ZERO//
so PHUCCIN WHACC,anniolatin u LESSONZ-MY-EGO//
Smith-n'-Wesson's-my-hero,test him and he'll leave-u-vacant//
spot u in SALT-LAKE-bak'n,my-shots'll-have-u-HARLEM-SHAKIN//
am-i-mis-tak-en???ARE U REALLY-REALLY THA FUCCIN CHALLENGE???//
hollup tha-mic-is achin,my flow is chemically-imbalanced//
possessed by malice,malicious acts just-seem-ta-keep-me-goin//
keep my pistol blowin,i feed-tha-need-4-human meat explosion//
made 2 detonate,straight-penetrate-thoo-da-chestplate-of-tha-fake//
BAKE-VESTS-LIKE-CAKES,374 DEGREES DIVIDED BY 2,THATS YA FATE//
checcmate...IM-STRAPPED-WIT-DYNAMITE-DE-SIGNED-TA-BLO-ON-SITE,THATS-RIGHT I'LL BOMB-YA//
U COULDN'T SPIT TIGHT IF-U-WAS-A-VIR-GIN-DYKE WIT-DA-MIC-WRAPPED-INA-LATEX-CON-DOM//
sprayin fatal pestacide on u rodent mcz//
when-u-open-ya-eyes,all-u-gonna-see-iz-MDS(medical detectives)//
straight-handin-out-lyrical-beatdownz,my glandz leak roundz//
killin niggaz by the beef poundz//
mah-"beatz"-aint-"by-da-pound" but-ill-leave-u-under-ground,where-no-one-around-could-eva-hear-ya-squeek-soundz//
and-it-aint-ova-till-i-sho-out//
da-44-route,leave-ya-face-lookin-like-a-blo-spout//
no doubt//
all-i-see-is-mo-money,4-CRASHIN-this-PRO-DUMMY//,i'll- SMOKE-u-like-itz-"420"//
C
Eastwood
The Quick and the dead
Trapped between dimensions
Blurred vision sharpens
Looking down at your self on a stretcher
6 rounds-6 shot-each bullet equipped with a lecture
My brain is chipped with a Pentium
You can’t see me cuz u got a knife in your cerebellum
Witch controls your visual perception
Jacked like a interception
Authority broke down-blueprints mapped out on the kitchen table
Only problem is healthy pigs that eat bagels
Mission impossible-drop down suspended from cables
Pull the plug on your life support
(is it possible?!?)
Eastwood has paused the game and hit abort
Escape route through ventilation of the hospital
Before I left took a snap shot-of your head looking like a bloody waffle
Simple minds try to intrepid my rhymes get boggled
Colt single action army
Fuck You nigga!!!!
Pardon me
I sugest a name change to “Yeast wood”
Cuz im infecting you like fucking ever rat in your hood
With out a rubber
Slice your rhymes like a hot knife throu butter
Writing this rhyme hitting the perk-Im invulnerable
Grinning with a smerk
You are still recovering from when you got smashed by SMURF
*PICTURE THAT*
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The Quick and the dead
Trapped between dimensions
Blurred vision sharpens
Looking down at your self on a stretcher
6 rounds-6 shot-each bullet equipped with a lecture
My brain is chipped with a Pentium
You can’t see me cuz u got a knife in your cerebellum
Witch controls your visual perception
Jacked like a interception
Authority broke down-blueprints mapped out on the kitchen table
Only problem is healthy pigs that eat bagels
Mission impossible-drop down suspended from cables
Pull the plug on your life support
(is it possible?!?)
Eastwood has paused the game and hit abort
Escape route through ventilation of the hospital
Before I left took a snap shot-of your head looking like a bloody waffle
Simple minds try to intrepid my rhymes get boggled
Colt single action army
Fuck You nigga!!!!
Pardon me
I sugest a name change to “Yeast wood”
Cuz im infecting you like fucking ever rat in your hood
With out a rubber
Slice your rhymes like a hot knife throu butter
Writing this rhyme hitting the perk-Im invulnerable
Grinning with a smerk
You are still recovering from when you got smashed by SMURF
*PICTURE THAT*
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