SERVING NIGGAS LIKE THAT BPC ITS ALL GOOD PLAYA LETS FLOW IM DOWN
Fuck yo wack ass top ten... I~pop~ten...//
That'll slump ya ass over like guitars~and~rock~men..//
I'm over 9 niggaz on yo list bitch and you~know~it...//
your a faggit... cause everytime u got somethin good goin... u~gotta~blow~it...//
Damn... look like ya ALL OUT HOGG niggas don't~ even~like~you...//
these hot gunzz will melt ya fat lips... like li-po...//
sucction~i'm bustin~ya bones and skin will be reducted...//
burnin ya eyes brains and ears out ya head... like in the plant during necular~combustion~...//
even on that stupid ass RAPS board u rap mod~e~ocre...//
you aint str8 fire.. u's a 3~d~joker...//
Yo... ALL OUT HOGG... its like oral sex... when I put da pump~n~ya~face...//
fuck a crew... all i need is a pair of NIKES so start jumpin~ya~face...//
and when u finish sellin woof tickets... you'll get up... eyes black... clothes ripped like u was pumpin~da~base...//
Fuck this rapp bullshit... ALL OUT HOGG u're a str8 sucka... I wanna fight~you~bitch...//
Ya name should be king auther... because u~write ya~shit...//
Well faggit... while you write~essays...//
I light S~Ks...//
and leave yo ass under more ice than the LA kings and wayne gretski...//
U faggot... u go to the jewlry joint wit no loot... cop... and tell the arab to bill~me...//
I'm like a vampire... accept 4 the fact that I don't bite... but silver~kills~me...//
I gotta sport diamondz and gold... like I'm~rotten~ and~flithy...//
I've seen mad niggas diss~u...//
But not like me... I'll cut u open and blow my nose with ya brain~tissue...//
so lets make this official...//
U're not an mc...//
just a nigga b hind a door... that think he nice wit keys...//
a damn dog wit fleas...//
When i rob u.. I'll snatch ya cash and... treat you like a taco and say this not~cho~cheese..//
I roll wit randy's savages that's macho geez...//
sit behind ya desk... and read my explanation of why u far from the best...//
young ass HOGG... minor threat... after u read this u'll have siccness site blocked..//
nigga... you double dumb... thats why u ALL HOGG OUT wit two Gs...//
wack niggas like u put me to sleep when I battle which is y i'm PIMP wit two P's..//Murderious lyrics terrorize like them Al Queda Fighters/
I keep shit light like a junkie wit his pipe and his lighter/
And wit tha guns in a second I could change ya anatomy/
You could spit dat weak shit but it jus' don't flatter me/
Chain saws chop ya body and spread tha parts all ova tha region/
Send hollow tips at tha spot where you gather ya "reasons"/
I got a brigade of guns so that means you get a "standing ovation"/
Blow ya hair off ya scalp have you lookin like a cancer patient/
Yeah you "Sick" but it ain't no way you spit "Acid"/
Shot Gun shells is garunteed to have you covered in plastic/
Fuck around wit me nigga and getcha life cut short/
Have ya body engulfed in flames like I was toatin' a torch/
Bullets run through ya corpse like a basketball court/
ALL OUT HOG in tha hospital stuck breathin' on life support/
I squeeze on tha trigga til' it ain't nothin left/
I bang tha 5th so many times it'll knock out ya breath/
This nigga claim he got guns but I know he a joker/
'Cause tha only gun he ever touched was a super soaker/
Stop talkin "shit" dog like you gotcha intestines in ya throat/
And even though it might be warm I still put some Heat to ya Coat//
Your WWE cause you were never'' REAl,''' But at your funereal they wiill be a "Paul Burrier""/
I'll show this ""Smart Guy"" ''Black 16's'' like Tia and Tamera/
Im a Diamond cause i last Forever, Defeat i got your Crew in it/
your so ""Pussy"", Im in so much ''69'' , i hada ""Move in it''/
Who's finished? Dats you so ima throw heat at you/
My Scope and Beam are ""pokemon"" they PEEK-at-you(pikachu)/
you SHOWBIZZ, well im HBO,Decay your Flow, with you body layed below/
Your Doging ""Head Shots"" but couldnt ""Fake the Blow""/
Rhythem is unrestaple you giving me Flat Cords,Gat wars while i back swords/
Your mouth dont got legs, so stop runningyour lips before you get ""Chalked"" like Black boards''/
've been Pumped guns you havent even Pumped Reebox/
Heat cocked, Street poped, Frame on the floor while i use your HEART as a BEAT BOX/
Steady rippen niggas, with a flippen mixture/
Cause you couldnt take shots even if you were DRINKEN LIQUOR/
Flippen triggers, while you out Side tryna ""BUY CHICKS""/
Itchy fingers,at my house Hitten Them ""BI CHCIKS"", You aint Thug You get Fuck up By Chicks,While i Got ''Birdie's Thaat will roast ''you like i ""BUY CHICKS""/
My ""game'' so tight'' its like my ''plays' are in a huddle''/
Shyt, When the tec Blow it will turn your ""Waves "" into a Puddle''/
If you give me punchlines, you better believe im ducking the shit,while thrown witts /
Im Like ""RKELLY WITH A CONDEM"" I aint FUCKING WITH THIS KIDS""/
Fuck yo wack ass top ten... I~pop~ten...//
That'll slump ya ass over like guitars~and~rock~men..//
I'm over 9 niggaz on yo list bitch and you~know~it...//
your a faggit... cause everytime u got somethin good goin... u~gotta~blow~it...//
Damn... look like ya ALL OUT HOGG niggas don't~ even~like~you...//
these hot gunzz will melt ya fat lips... like li-po...//
sucction~i'm bustin~ya bones and skin will be reducted...//
burnin ya eyes brains and ears out ya head... like in the plant during necular~combustion~...//
even on that stupid ass RAPS board u rap mod~e~ocre...//
you aint str8 fire.. u's a 3~d~joker...//
Yo... ALL OUT HOGG... its like oral sex... when I put da pump~n~ya~face...//
fuck a crew... all i need is a pair of NIKES so start jumpin~ya~face...//
and when u finish sellin woof tickets... you'll get up... eyes black... clothes ripped like u was pumpin~da~base...//
Fuck this rapp bullshit... ALL OUT HOGG u're a str8 sucka... I wanna fight~you~bitch...//
Ya name should be king auther... because u~write ya~shit...//
Well faggit... while you write~essays...//
I light S~Ks...//
and leave yo ass under more ice than the LA kings and wayne gretski...//
U faggot... u go to the jewlry joint wit no loot... cop... and tell the arab to bill~me...//
I'm like a vampire... accept 4 the fact that I don't bite... but silver~kills~me...//
I gotta sport diamondz and gold... like I'm~rotten~ and~flithy...//
I've seen mad niggas diss~u...//
But not like me... I'll cut u open and blow my nose with ya brain~tissue...//
so lets make this official...//
U're not an mc...//
just a nigga b hind a door... that think he nice wit keys...//
a damn dog wit fleas...//
When i rob u.. I'll snatch ya cash and... treat you like a taco and say this not~cho~cheese..//
I roll wit randy's savages that's macho geez...//
sit behind ya desk... and read my explanation of why u far from the best...//
young ass HOGG... minor threat... after u read this u'll have siccness site blocked..//
nigga... you double dumb... thats why u ALL HOGG OUT wit two Gs...//
wack niggas like u put me to sleep when I battle which is y i'm PIMP wit two P's..//Murderious lyrics terrorize like them Al Queda Fighters/
I keep shit light like a junkie wit his pipe and his lighter/
And wit tha guns in a second I could change ya anatomy/
You could spit dat weak shit but it jus' don't flatter me/
Chain saws chop ya body and spread tha parts all ova tha region/
Send hollow tips at tha spot where you gather ya "reasons"/
I got a brigade of guns so that means you get a "standing ovation"/
Blow ya hair off ya scalp have you lookin like a cancer patient/
Yeah you "Sick" but it ain't no way you spit "Acid"/
Shot Gun shells is garunteed to have you covered in plastic/
Fuck around wit me nigga and getcha life cut short/
Have ya body engulfed in flames like I was toatin' a torch/
Bullets run through ya corpse like a basketball court/
ALL OUT HOG in tha hospital stuck breathin' on life support/
I squeeze on tha trigga til' it ain't nothin left/
I bang tha 5th so many times it'll knock out ya breath/
This nigga claim he got guns but I know he a joker/
'Cause tha only gun he ever touched was a super soaker/
Stop talkin "shit" dog like you gotcha intestines in ya throat/
And even though it might be warm I still put some Heat to ya Coat//
Your WWE cause you were never'' REAl,''' But at your funereal they wiill be a "Paul Burrier""/
I'll show this ""Smart Guy"" ''Black 16's'' like Tia and Tamera/
Im a Diamond cause i last Forever, Defeat i got your Crew in it/
your so ""Pussy"", Im in so much ''69'' , i hada ""Move in it''/
Who's finished? Dats you so ima throw heat at you/
My Scope and Beam are ""pokemon"" they PEEK-at-you(pikachu)/
you SHOWBIZZ, well im HBO,Decay your Flow, with you body layed below/
Your Doging ""Head Shots"" but couldnt ""Fake the Blow""/
Rhythem is unrestaple you giving me Flat Cords,Gat wars while i back swords/
Your mouth dont got legs, so stop runningyour lips before you get ""Chalked"" like Black boards''/
've been Pumped guns you havent even Pumped Reebox/
Heat cocked, Street poped, Frame on the floor while i use your HEART as a BEAT BOX/
Steady rippen niggas, with a flippen mixture/
Cause you couldnt take shots even if you were DRINKEN LIQUOR/
Flippen triggers, while you out Side tryna ""BUY CHICKS""/
Itchy fingers,at my house Hitten Them ""BI CHCIKS"", You aint Thug You get Fuck up By Chicks,While i Got ''Birdie's Thaat will roast ''you like i ""BUY CHICKS""/
My ""game'' so tight'' its like my ''plays' are in a huddle''/
Shyt, When the tec Blow it will turn your ""Waves "" into a Puddle''/
If you give me punchlines, you better believe im ducking the shit,while thrown witts /
Im Like ""RKELLY WITH A CONDEM"" I aint FUCKING WITH THIS KIDS""/
A
CURT B,
Tell me, Do ya know the diffrence between repetence & consiquences...How not to feel guilty for terminate'n exsistance of the defenceless...Don't forget to finish ya sentance or bite'a line from ya a-wax CD...Not that'll it'll help, Ya favorite rapper went all out & lost the battle to me...Wait letts say fuck that & gett back to the matters at hand...Ya wack & couldn't gett a line as deep as me if ya was doing cocain in quicksand...[Keep sinkin] Hold ya breath while i tighten this noose around ya neck...[Keep tweakin] cuase ya better stay awake while ya wait for'tha restraining order to take effect...Ya better hit ya roaches & kill the paronoia...Cuase i can smell fear & LOVE to play with the trigga of sigg suayer...Catch me wit Ayanami coppin skittles poppin 'E"...Or i'll be at home watchin americas most wanted pointen & sayin 'THAS ME"...CURT B, Ya rymes is more boreing then watching an instructional sock folding videos...The most complicated thing ya ever said was ganked from Mr T -'I Pitty-Foos"...NORTHSIDA??? Do you even know what direction north is...Don't think ya shits tight cuase ya went to preschool & battled little kids...Im rough around the ridges & you supposidly a grown man...16 years old & cant even take a bath on his own without being yelled at by his old man...Im out fuck it
Not nearly my best battle...but better then no call no show
Tell me, Do ya know the diffrence between repetence & consiquences...How not to feel guilty for terminate'n exsistance of the defenceless...Don't forget to finish ya sentance or bite'a line from ya a-wax CD...Not that'll it'll help, Ya favorite rapper went all out & lost the battle to me...Wait letts say fuck that & gett back to the matters at hand...Ya wack & couldn't gett a line as deep as me if ya was doing cocain in quicksand...[Keep sinkin] Hold ya breath while i tighten this noose around ya neck...[Keep tweakin] cuase ya better stay awake while ya wait for'tha restraining order to take effect...Ya better hit ya roaches & kill the paronoia...Cuase i can smell fear & LOVE to play with the trigga of sigg suayer...Catch me wit Ayanami coppin skittles poppin 'E"...Or i'll be at home watchin americas most wanted pointen & sayin 'THAS ME"...CURT B, Ya rymes is more boreing then watching an instructional sock folding videos...The most complicated thing ya ever said was ganked from Mr T -'I Pitty-Foos"...NORTHSIDA??? Do you even know what direction north is...Don't think ya shits tight cuase ya went to preschool & battled little kids...Im rough around the ridges & you supposidly a grown man...16 years old & cant even take a bath on his own without being yelled at by his old man...Im out fuck it
Not nearly my best battle...but better then no call no show
yo yo when did i copy a line from a-wax..man clean up n' upgrade ur shit u knockin off them 8-trax,slay cats with my 9 milla..u a gay fag thinkin u a rhyme killa..yo hate to break it to u, but u got wrecked..by a-wax, he knocked u off the whole set..man u tight and shit..but u too conceded..not sayin ur bite some shit..but u aint competed, here i am the new challenge..u get trampled when fuccin with this stallion..so wut i gues u think u an "ALL OUT HOG"..yo son u stink so fall out dog..i dont give a fucc if u beat many respected cats..cuz im still gonna leave ur head diconnected with caps..i put ur verse in the vise-grip..cuz im tired of ur ja rule type-shit..oh and i go to preschools to spit my mind..man u need an army tank to rip my kind..on the other hand i could tear u..go get ur brother man and i'll still flare through..im flamed up, locced out with bomber heat..rip ur name up, smoke ur sister and knock her off her feet, drop ur beat..slice it to smitherienes..u couldnt beat me if u write ur shit with two figurienes..ghost writin it for u..put u in a guillotine with a uzi i use heat and spill ur dreams..u claim to be a hard thug..so how come i can pull ur card blood..man dont speak if u dont know wut ur talkin bout..cuz i'll leave ur whole teeth pushed in when im sparkin out..tattoo ur forehead with a hollow tip..smash through with a bereda and blow up ur starter fit..yo i dont know where u came up with that bull shit..even tho im 16 i hold the trigger and pull it, stole shit many a time before..im stealin ur whole spit with this rhyme i throw..im done spittin and ready for the votes now..i bet u they stunned sittin steady cuz they know now..that i aint jokin and came to play ball..i hit a grandslam and one this battle without takina day off.
let the votes come and i dunno wut u talkin bout not tknowin where the north is cuz i live in san ho and came from the burg.
-one
let the votes come and i dunno wut u talkin bout not tknowin where the north is cuz i live in san ho and came from the burg.
-one
-Ay looka here All out,lets brawl now! I spit flows at you until to you fall-out,
I saw ya girl the other day, and I thought the neighbors had let they dog out
-Oh boy! Some message, well f*ck you and the whole slum sector,
You want me, come get me, this Saturday, Sports Authority,meet me in the gun section
-Scrutinize when you call battles, cause like f*cking ya sister, if not, everybody gonna join, I get so much heads from ya mama, and so much tails from ya sister that you'd think I was flipping a coin
-So as soon as locate you, like mimes, Imma no face you,
Then strike a match while you sucking on the opposing end of a propane tube
-I got rilla hits, and killa spits, that'll make an adult gorilla sick,
So make like you was a vanilla b*cth riding me, and I came, mayne get off a n*gga d*ck
-You almost as cold as me, I'm December,and you just November,
Im on the PROW, NUMBER 2, you a FAT BASTARD, who tried to be MINI-ME every since I became a GOLD-MEMBER
CALICO da COCAINE KING/MILLION DOLLAR MOUFF
I saw ya girl the other day, and I thought the neighbors had let they dog out
-Oh boy! Some message, well f*ck you and the whole slum sector,
You want me, come get me, this Saturday, Sports Authority,meet me in the gun section
-Scrutinize when you call battles, cause like f*cking ya sister, if not, everybody gonna join, I get so much heads from ya mama, and so much tails from ya sister that you'd think I was flipping a coin
-So as soon as locate you, like mimes, Imma no face you,
Then strike a match while you sucking on the opposing end of a propane tube
-I got rilla hits, and killa spits, that'll make an adult gorilla sick,
So make like you was a vanilla b*cth riding me, and I came, mayne get off a n*gga d*ck
-You almost as cold as me, I'm December,and you just November,
Im on the PROW, NUMBER 2, you a FAT BASTARD, who tried to be MINI-ME every since I became a GOLD-MEMBER
CALICO da COCAINE KING/MILLION DOLLAR MOUFF
A
are you serious...Do you honestly think ANYONE would battle you with that piece of shit ryme...some of it don't even ryme...some of its just a run on sentence...'Scrutinize when you call battles, cause like f*cking ya sister, if not, everybody gonna join, I get so much heads from ya mama, and so much tails from ya sister that you'd think I was flipping a coin"
C'mon kid...i aint actin arogant...Your rymes just aint shit
C'mon kid...i aint actin arogant...Your rymes just aint shit