Hell yes/ Dizz is back to lyrically finesse/ put hair on the chest/ on even some of the best/ so fuck the rest/ dizz and curt b tear up this shit/ you can't find us like amateurs cant find the clit/ yet we still livin large in waist and taste/ you'll be hooked on our shit so fast as if you was paste/ Make this track laced/ with certified platinum/ doubled and tripled, it started overlappin/ and how did it happen/ This homie D and that homie Curt B, we the shit that you like/ just give us one mic/ cuz we spit the shit that is right/ like 5 temptations and only one mic/ the rest can take a hike/ I'm back/ with a master plan of attack/ anyone who doubts it can suck my dick, lick my balls and then eat the crack/ I'm sick of these bitches who doubt it/ and dont noe anythin about it/ so if you do too/ fuck them and fuck you/ you ain't got shit the prove/ the day you defeat us is the day a norteno wears blue
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Did I mention demon D met ya dementia dimensions relentless spitten this best from the restless West we hispanic and gifted young and uplifted unplugged and unsung unstoppable glocks cocked in chop shops we blaze smobbin late more gold in our gate tempting fate concentrate like orange juice shooting super duper door hinges through stubbin toeses breakin noses punctured flowses seekin needles in a Haystak, man you said my rhymes wack? It's evident I can't even spell hella fitted flows slow like a elephant goes bumping bass on my bose. You might be right, Imma bow down and not clown these masters tonight. What ya running to? What ya running for? Exceptionally odd with my nine Iam out the door.
okay folks peep this lyrical paragraph,stare at cats with mugs and then flare at cats with slugs..this is a killer collaberation..between me and dizz droppin bomps on ur act of patience..raise the anxiety with gangs in this society..increasin the quality of y'all that be talkin bout gainin balls with me..at first we had everyone spittin verses like they couldnt stand the taste of lyrics..now everyone stopped but me and dizz came to save ur spirit,made u hear and liked it..im cool with that jus as long as no one bites it..all these enterprises of gangbangers and rappers..send surprises with all these hustlas who slang hangers and blast shit..my shit will gain me an accolade, one day when i blazing with acts of hate,smack ur fate,with a shovel and dig its grave in a bag a lime..hit ur bubble and rip its brain out through its faggott spine,its maggot time..eatin away ur flesh and bones..im a cold blooded human treatin ur way with steps and stones..walk down my path but be aware..no not of the dogg but me when i be chalk sound with wrath u can see ur hair,in a pile on the floor..included with some brains with u cold outon a chair..it aint fair the way i sneak attack but wut u gonna do call me a cheater cat..ohh uh-oh u hurt my feelins..yo up-blow u cuz im curt and im steelin..all ur possessions and ur wesson without owner consent or viewer discretion,steppin to me is like david verse goliath..me bein the giant and u cant hide bitch..u may know the endin is a victory for david..but in my story im bendin this history with flavor..so much flavor it quinches my thurst with blood,wut? i savor inches of curt with guts.
Whoo! My homie Nobody's Biz spittin' a mad breeze/ make kats freeze/ Sick of window-display case amateurs rappin/ We the biggest thing to ever happen/ I'll give you a lesson in life, what can you gimme/ You the Kevin Arnold without the Winnie/ no-dick rappin little timmies/ In case of emergencies break glass/ break fast/ whiplashed/ In the back of the class/ You aint worthy on bein a hemmoroid on an ass/ Where mah homie Curt B to continue this tradition/ of lyrical ammunition/ we dishin/ in this mission/ across the nation, it's known we the trio/ leavin you kats frio/ but soon to be lit up like cigarillos
yo dizz got flows spittin with a spanish twist..while im on the side hittin this man for a gram of shit,slam a bitch,with the stone cold stunner,under, muthafuckas is ur bones old and stuck in a blunder..i wonder wut keeps me from goin under,this under-toe..im a smart gunner runnin with thunder bro,stun ur ho,with the game i spit..i already done ur ho dint know it was that same bitch,tame this?i think not..if u were a chain i'd make ur link rot,sink hott, sluggs between ur nose and ur hairline..i eat punks with street flows and air time..yes i meant to say that shit on the air..cuz i aint no bitch who hides behind the wall talkin shit with scare..i aint the incredible hulk or nuthin..but i aint no punk istead of the colt im bustin..like a 45,snubb nose i run hoes with a sporty ride..half man half amazing..my words are blazing with gats man and facts are makin,it almost impossible to top..so before u spit think of ur option to stop.
KEEPIN THA FLOW STATUS UP
FUCK THESE NIGGAS, IN THA BLUE SUITS
LEMME GRAB MY GAT, AND MY STEEL TOE BOOTS
TO LET THESE NIGGAS KNOW
THEY CANT FUCK WIT RIX, OR HIS FLOW
NOW THEY PUSHIN ME TO THA EDGE TO PULL OUT MY 4-4
AYE LEMME ASK U A QUESTION. OF DEMISE,
CAN U ROLL WIT THA INTENT TO MATASTASIZE,
MY FREE WILL OF SPIRIT BODY AND MIND
or u gonna hate and bring me down
and try to find, tha rix reason to live
u actin like a lil kid, when u get rid of tha flow
only my lyrix gon be left and haunted, and imma open tha do'
and end yo bitch ass existance,
while i pracitice resistance,
shit fancy talk, its cuttin edge,
shit lll brbv
FUCK THESE NIGGAS, IN THA BLUE SUITS
LEMME GRAB MY GAT, AND MY STEEL TOE BOOTS
TO LET THESE NIGGAS KNOW
THEY CANT FUCK WIT RIX, OR HIS FLOW
NOW THEY PUSHIN ME TO THA EDGE TO PULL OUT MY 4-4
AYE LEMME ASK U A QUESTION. OF DEMISE,
CAN U ROLL WIT THA INTENT TO MATASTASIZE,
MY FREE WILL OF SPIRIT BODY AND MIND
or u gonna hate and bring me down
and try to find, tha rix reason to live
u actin like a lil kid, when u get rid of tha flow
only my lyrix gon be left and haunted, and imma open tha do'
and end yo bitch ass existance,
while i pracitice resistance,
shit fancy talk, its cuttin edge,
shit lll brbv
HOW MANY HITS DOES IT TAKE
FO DIABLO TO BE DROPPED, AND BECOME SCRAP CAKE
HE A FUCKIN FAG, POSTIN MY SITE, SO HIS PANTS CAN SAG
SO HE CAN COMPREHEND, HE GONNA GET LEND' (LENT)
THA SOUND OF A GAT, WHEN MY LYRICAL SHOTS RAP
HE GONNA BE EXTINCT,
B4 HE CAN THINK,
EVEN THA 5-0 WONT CATCH ME
HE ENDANGERED ME EXISTANCE,
WHILE TRYIN TO BE A GOOD NIGGA, I PRACTICED RESISTANCE
HE A LIL BITCH
NOW HE GONNA FEEL THA HARD PINCH
IF I SEE DIABLO, HE GONNA DIE IN A SINCH
AND I AINT FUCKIN AROUND HOMIE
FUCK U DIABLO, IM HELLA SERIOUS THIS TIME, NIGGA U FUCKED UP
DON'T LET ME CATCH U, OR FIND OUT WHO THA FUCK U ARE
U GONE HOMIE, I FUCKIN SWEAR
FO DIABLO TO BE DROPPED, AND BECOME SCRAP CAKE
HE A FUCKIN FAG, POSTIN MY SITE, SO HIS PANTS CAN SAG
SO HE CAN COMPREHEND, HE GONNA GET LEND' (LENT)
THA SOUND OF A GAT, WHEN MY LYRICAL SHOTS RAP
HE GONNA BE EXTINCT,
B4 HE CAN THINK,
EVEN THA 5-0 WONT CATCH ME
HE ENDANGERED ME EXISTANCE,
WHILE TRYIN TO BE A GOOD NIGGA, I PRACTICED RESISTANCE
HE A LIL BITCH
NOW HE GONNA FEEL THA HARD PINCH
IF I SEE DIABLO, HE GONNA DIE IN A SINCH
AND I AINT FUCKIN AROUND HOMIE
FUCK U DIABLO, IM HELLA SERIOUS THIS TIME, NIGGA U FUCKED UP
DON'T LET ME CATCH U, OR FIND OUT WHO THA FUCK U ARE
U GONE HOMIE, I FUCKIN SWEAR
I USE PANTENE PRO-V, ON MY BAL HEAD
TO PROTECT ME FRUM THA 5-0's, AND FEDS
LEMME WASH MY HEAD IN THA SINK
AND START TO THINK
ABOUT HOW, IMMA SELF REITERATE YO FUNERAL
AND LEAVE U AT THA CATHEDROL
AND SMOKE AND LET OUT DRO
AND SAY RIP, AND PONDER HOW SO?
WHAT MIGHT MAKE U WANNA HATE ME?
MY MONEY, CLOTHES, OR MY JEWELRY?
JUST CUZ U AINT GOT THA BALHEAD
DON'T MEAN U GONNA BE LIVIN ON THA UNDERGROUND BUT DEAD
A STR8 POEM, FRUM THA MIND OF RICK
DUB THA ALBUM, WEED SMOKE, AND CRONIC
ENTITLED THA HEAT RASH
ON THA DEEP SMASH, ENTERTAINMENT
THA LYRICAL FUNCUALITY, OF MASS ENDAGERMENT
SHIT.......
A STR8 POEM FRUM THA MIND OF RIX
CAN U THINK, OR COMPREHEND IT?
TO PROTECT ME FRUM THA 5-0's, AND FEDS
LEMME WASH MY HEAD IN THA SINK
AND START TO THINK
ABOUT HOW, IMMA SELF REITERATE YO FUNERAL
AND LEAVE U AT THA CATHEDROL
AND SMOKE AND LET OUT DRO
AND SAY RIP, AND PONDER HOW SO?
WHAT MIGHT MAKE U WANNA HATE ME?
MY MONEY, CLOTHES, OR MY JEWELRY?
JUST CUZ U AINT GOT THA BALHEAD
DON'T MEAN U GONNA BE LIVIN ON THA UNDERGROUND BUT DEAD
A STR8 POEM, FRUM THA MIND OF RICK
DUB THA ALBUM, WEED SMOKE, AND CRONIC
ENTITLED THA HEAT RASH
ON THA DEEP SMASH, ENTERTAINMENT
THA LYRICAL FUNCUALITY, OF MASS ENDAGERMENT
SHIT.......
A STR8 POEM FRUM THA MIND OF RIX
CAN U THINK, OR COMPREHEND IT?
Coo Do yaw thang fo shizzle cuz I thank ya got ta drizzle and sprankle piss all out a pizzo on Diablo fo whatever he said about yaw photos, I guess. Tho I ain't really messin wit this, I didnt see it and dont have the heart to take part in a funk thas just some monkey business unless I witnessed it.--- Diablo on the reals prolly just saw the post that asked you about it the same time I saw it--Its somewhere back there a few days on some other thread here. I'll look around & then you can address it wit that homeboy, cuz I think Diablo jus a late comer to all this.
Can you post yaw thang back up wit a different web address and then just keep it in just yaw crew only?
Can you post yaw thang back up wit a different web address and then just keep it in just yaw crew only?
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