These were meant for the east co co forums,but I thought I'd post em here too.
a listen up everything y'all spittin is whack//
but cats feel ya shit kuz you dissin a skrap//
I'd rather listen to the lynchin of cats//
wit some dre's on,sitting in trash//
Or get in to shoot outs with pistols that jam//
ya 16's is weak like teens that's brittle,it's bad//
my flows d,like kibbles of crack//
visit ya studio wit sickles in black//
in hopes to kut throats before y'all spittin a track//
cats might think I'm a lil bit mad//
but naw just sick of these shitty ass raps//
it's pre school like kids shitting they pants//
mutha fuckas think cuz they got strips what they spitting is gas//
that's silly kuz really,the shit is just laughs//
put the mic down you getting it,mad//
fuck rap, you should take up suicide I'll give you the strap//
free of charge,one demand, you use the shit fast//
if ya cd's in a stack I'm choosing it last//
but only to level my seat when I doodle a slap//
other then that it's on the floor cracked covered in ash//
wouldn't listen to it, even if I was smothered with cash//
the shit make my ears hurt like being close,when a burner is clapped//
Let some air out ya head kuz really the shit should be flat//
you been lied to like a bitch saying she love you,when you fuckin for cash//
your lyric book like toilet paper,its covered with crap//
ima smash the Delorean,fuck the bets,just make sure ya mothers is whacked//
kuz if y'all was never born,i could crumble this paper,and toss it over my back//
but it is what it is so we suffer if the volume is maxed//
to whom it may concern,don't get mad....brothas it's fact//
a listen up everything y'all spittin is whack//
but cats feel ya shit kuz you dissin a skrap//
I'd rather listen to the lynchin of cats//
wit some dre's on,sitting in trash//
Or get in to shoot outs with pistols that jam//
ya 16's is weak like teens that's brittle,it's bad//
my flows d,like kibbles of crack//
visit ya studio wit sickles in black//
in hopes to kut throats before y'all spittin a track//
cats might think I'm a lil bit mad//
but naw just sick of these shitty ass raps//
it's pre school like kids shitting they pants//
mutha fuckas think cuz they got strips what they spitting is gas//
that's silly kuz really,the shit is just laughs//
put the mic down you getting it,mad//
fuck rap, you should take up suicide I'll give you the strap//
free of charge,one demand, you use the shit fast//
if ya cd's in a stack I'm choosing it last//
but only to level my seat when I doodle a slap//
other then that it's on the floor cracked covered in ash//
wouldn't listen to it, even if I was smothered with cash//
the shit make my ears hurt like being close,when a burner is clapped//
Let some air out ya head kuz really the shit should be flat//
you been lied to like a bitch saying she love you,when you fuckin for cash//
your lyric book like toilet paper,its covered with crap//
ima smash the Delorean,fuck the bets,just make sure ya mothers is whacked//
kuz if y'all was never born,i could crumble this paper,and toss it over my back//
but it is what it is so we suffer if the volume is maxed//
to whom it may concern,don't get mad....brothas it's fact//