Drop some shit and let the board know who puts it down.

[Been Drinkin]

Its been drink off ink/
Breath stink from the clink of o.e. bottle/
Against my teeth and go full throttle/
Rattle your brains while your bitch gets stains/
On her face put her in her place/
Kill EDJ on every aspect of the rap game/
Cats in Akron is real whil you bithes is lame--

Little short shit to fuck with


Epidemic

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

I've carried 4-5's many more times than Michael J,
while you thinkin fox, I meant the greatest to ever play
built my career on the blocks like my name was roger craig,
since a kid I was taught to hate blue like giants at dodger games
like a fine wine with age things are always bound to change,
let's rewind time and grace our challenges face to face,
but if you're mine (my challenge)you gotta give me at least 50 feet of space
or find yourself forgotten like what was I gonna say?

 

[YOUNG BREW]

FUCK METAPHORS AND PUNCHLINES I KEEP MY SHIT PLAIN/
THE WAY I SPIT GAME-TWIST A SPLIFF THANG-AND LET IT KISS FLAME/

I BEEN BLOCK BENDIN AND SACK SERVIN SINCE WAY BACK/
I BEEN NETWORKIN FROM THE "M" TO THE HAYSTACK/

UP TO SACRAMENTO WHERE WE PURCHASED THE PRODUCTS/
MAD GRINDIN...REAL HUSTLAS WORKIN NARCOTICS/

FROM WEED TO SPEED...FROM MUSHROOMS TO "E"/
SO MANY DRUGS IN YO SYSTEM DONT LEAVE MUCH ROOM TO BREATH/

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

I'M TIRED OF THE GAMES, AND ALL THE BULL AND HORSE SHIT
I COULD RETIRE WITH THE FAME, AND A CRIB LIKE A FORTRESS
I'M SO TIRED OF THESE LAMES, POSING HARD FOR THEIR PORTRAITS
MIDDLE FINGERS TOWARDS THE CAMERA-MAN THIS IS HOPELESS
I'M A "BALL HOGG" "I SHOOT ALMOST EVERYTIME LIKE I'M KOBE"
"IT'S ALL SHOTS WITH NOTHIN PASSIN, UNLESS IT'S HEADED TOWARDS ME"
MY METAPHORS BE, SLOWIN YA DOWN LIKE THEY'RE SOME MORPHINE
NO MORE SPLEEN, SHINOBI STYLE STEALING YOUR GOLD THINGS

 

[Cmoke]

_.

DOIN DIRTY WORK AND AINT COPPIN CASES//
WHEN I SPIT, SHELLS DROP HOT OUT THA CASIN'S//
ON MY DAY SHIFT SPITTIN RHYMES IN THE BASEMENT//
TWISTED THICK OFF THAT LIQUID STRAIGHT UP WASTED//
GOT THE GAME IN MY BLOOD VICTORY SO SWEET I CAN TASTE IT//
I DONT FRY BITCHES UP THEY GET BASTED//
SO DONT STEP TO THIS OR ILL SHOW U WHERE UR PLACE IS//

 

[chuck taylor]

Doin dirt bad and its bad doin dirt
stickin it to your breezy till my dick starts to hurt
Through the skirt, on the floor in every position and angle
i been servin bitches since cowboys were rockin durangos
In one syllable i could rip every rhyme that you wrote
find out how hard it is to spit with a knife to your throat
Youll get crushed on this mic, all ripped to shreds
and ill leave you drownin in the white stuff shootin outta my dick-head
When i whipped my dick out your bitch stuttered like porky pig
"B-deep, b-deep, b-deep, it's so big!"

 

[B-Buzz]

Im hot, Im butter, Im melted
my life was like a box of chocoloates but I melted
I was dealt the hand that was given to me so I shot the god that dealt it
I know you bitches felt it so Ill give you misses credit
you can prolly smell it cuz I carry green like a superstitious Keltic
They call me Joe Batters cuz I swing the ‘wood’ like Barry Bonds
Beat you down and post it on ‘www.stickdeath.com’
I make noise, call me LL the way I rock bells
your rhymes are seemin dry, take a sip of this moltov cocktail

 

[CHRISHOGGALYPSE]

That dub(W) you throwin up stands for Watts on the real,
well, I'll adopt it, chop a T and put that WATS ON the VILLE,
women watchin my wheels, impala stop lil kids,
"candy" leave em dead in they tracks, like a "death by chocolate" that kills

 

[B-Buzz]

I black out and wake up in an abandoned crackhouse
Sharp as cat claws, Ill fuck ya in the spine with a mag and 'blow your back out'
Throw a hissy fit, youll be cryin in a puddle of piss and shit
If ya hungry eat some pistol whip from this pistol grip
My bars aint sub par, Im David Blaine in the streets leavin you in awe
Pull ya card like a magician and expose you for the bitch that you are
Im in the canopy with Dan and Lee smokin on some bammer weed
Descent into insanity, pullin heads off like a Sub Zero fatality

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

in the streets of Dago, used to slang weed in Dago //
but my dream is to move 50 keys of yayo //
my speach is fatal, my tongue could kill //
plus i carry 2 nines to put slugs in grills //
fuck a deal! i got a REAL passion for rhimes //
fuckin' with mines? call Mel...you need the passion of christ //
i'm askin' ya nice, nevermind, i'm commandin' you dudes //
see what a savage'll do, attack and damage ya crew //

 

[Cmoke]

.

././././.

 

[T.C]

Cats aint equiped for this shit so ima take over
cuz they fake like the friends i make when i aint sober
niggas is posers. they shoulda left thier rhymes back in the 60's
they cant compete with an emcee tighter than a pair of Dickies

 

[mustynutz]

Dickies n Chucks, the everyday fit for a nigga chasin them bucks
Heem and some light green weed is what keeps a nigga stayin on stuck
Im lightin it up...blowin my time and my whole life away
Contemplating on changin and takin my life a different way
Lost in the haze of the smoke....so many days of being broke
the last time they saw him alive he was baggin some coke....
The man died with his eyes wide open...and nobody cried
They found the body with the joint still smokin and his strap on his side....
They all lied when the police asked questions,.... covered they own tracks
Coroner swoopped up the body in the back of the black cadillac
and took him back to the morgue...the last ride he'd ever take
Two weeks later the detectives straight gave up on the case....
and that the way that it goes....just another one that became a news story
Thinking that the dope game was all about fame and glory
Take a lesson from Shorty, this game aint for us all....
nowadays over a sack cats'll take a strap and leave ya brains on a wall
It aint the same for us all...in the end some do actually prevail
But i suggest you do ya homework before you pick up them baggies and scale....

this is for them cats out the thats livin in them 700,000 dollar homes in high class neighborhood and drivin 2000's and up and its they moms shit and the muthafucka 28 still livin wit mama talkin bout the hustlin cause they broke and they mama still give they ass an allowance and do they laundry and shit ..and these cat gonna have the nerve to pick up a sack and start servin just for some damn fame and to get a rep...jookin dope cause they heard it on a rap album, niggas aint never been on a track wit a sack in the ass cheeks gettin sweated by 5-0 all day cause you gotta eat and got kids to feed...... they doin it for glamour and fame, to be cool...that aint what the game about...