::Freestyle:: {add on}
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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I got this rap game to rememba' ma name /
It's like it's stained wit' permiment marka' all up in their brain /
I came wit heat in da battle's - so many bitches rydin ma dick I had to rent out saddles /
wit a pocket full of cash - 'n a pipe full of hash - I make shit happen /
when im done i leave so much blood it's beyond one napkin /
ehh fuck it my computer wont let me use 'e' witout copying and pastein it eachtime.. lol.. ill add on l8ter.
It's like it's stained wit' permiment marka' all up in their brain /
I came wit heat in da battle's - so many bitches rydin ma dick I had to rent out saddles /
wit a pocket full of cash - 'n a pipe full of hash - I make shit happen /
when im done i leave so much blood it's beyond one napkin /
ehh fuck it my computer wont let me use 'e' witout copying and pastein it eachtime.. lol.. ill add on l8ter.
u need to peep the truset heat ull ever see in this thread.
u all think u so sik/spittin these flows to make your brain twitch/ like u triiped off acid/my flowz rise u out your casket/ for yo last ass kickin never foget to stay strappin/ half ya ll niggaz talk bout cappin/ fools who dont exist only when u rappin/ see im on a hunt for this crown/ blastin.. sum u cats aint a front/ i already see teh foolz actin/ there way in the game / when i no ill never see there name/ cuz thay had shit to talk/ last time i saw that fool was on the back of a milk cartan box./ i mite not be the best but ill spit to no beat.. sum think i cant handdle the heat./ but u dont no me /try.... an ill silence the weak/ / i thought u was true but that bought u ur death / learn from the start ill leave ur body in the land of the lost / thats the cost / never asked u to like me / imma push u harder cuz u a bitch and u shiesty / hope that u dont like me / anotha reason for me to unlash , makin ya surrender
an when it comes dwon to it in the aftermath ur bein visited at the cemetary by yo family ..... caskets open for viewin hours 9 ta 3 / bukken my shots out..... / lethal injection by my hollow tips comin heated in ur direction / bullets runnin hot , splitten wigs with pure perfection / who next "the kid"
u all think u so sik/spittin these flows to make your brain twitch/ like u triiped off acid/my flowz rise u out your casket/ for yo last ass kickin never foget to stay strappin/ half ya ll niggaz talk bout cappin/ fools who dont exist only when u rappin/ see im on a hunt for this crown/ blastin.. sum u cats aint a front/ i already see teh foolz actin/ there way in the game / when i no ill never see there name/ cuz thay had shit to talk/ last time i saw that fool was on the back of a milk cartan box./ i mite not be the best but ill spit to no beat.. sum think i cant handdle the heat./ but u dont no me /try.... an ill silence the weak/ / i thought u was true but that bought u ur death / learn from the start ill leave ur body in the land of the lost / thats the cost / never asked u to like me / imma push u harder cuz u a bitch and u shiesty / hope that u dont like me / anotha reason for me to unlash , makin ya surrender
an when it comes dwon to it in the aftermath ur bein visited at the cemetary by yo family ..... caskets open for viewin hours 9 ta 3 / bukken my shots out..... / lethal injection by my hollow tips comin heated in ur direction / bullets runnin hot , splitten wigs with pure perfection / who next "the kid"
oh shit krooked-koncepts lookin-on-text..back-on-the-boards//
find ya dead-body wit a lead-shotty and crack-on-the-floor//
chips aint stackin-no-more..leave ya dead-broke//
twistin ya head until ya necks-broke, left-choked..strangled-ta-death//
mangle-ya-set, my aim is angled-wit-techs..ready to squeeze-some//
freeze-son, get ready to bleed-tons, u need iron?here, eat-guns//
street-thugs..taste-the-lead//
i collapse ya lungs, grasp and take-ya-breath..gaspin-for-air//
u child fuckers go play tag-or-four-square..hit the teatherball//
i hit-u, twist-u around a pole, u-better-fall..
cuz if u dont ur dead-meat//
im stronger than ever while ur left-weak//
im livin high-life as i-write, ur tryin to make ends-meet..broke-bitch quit-rappin//
u dont know-shit but quit-askin, im tired of ya lips-flappin//
leave ya dome like potatoes, shits-mashin.......lil quick spit.
cool to see the KK back on the boards.
find ya dead-body wit a lead-shotty and crack-on-the-floor//
chips aint stackin-no-more..leave ya dead-broke//
twistin ya head until ya necks-broke, left-choked..strangled-ta-death//
mangle-ya-set, my aim is angled-wit-techs..ready to squeeze-some//
freeze-son, get ready to bleed-tons, u need iron?here, eat-guns//
street-thugs..taste-the-lead//
i collapse ya lungs, grasp and take-ya-breath..gaspin-for-air//
u child fuckers go play tag-or-four-square..hit the teatherball//
i hit-u, twist-u around a pole, u-better-fall..
cuz if u dont ur dead-meat//
im stronger than ever while ur left-weak//
im livin high-life as i-write, ur tryin to make ends-meet..broke-bitch quit-rappin//
u dont know-shit but quit-askin, im tired of ya lips-flappin//
leave ya dome like potatoes, shits-mashin.......lil quick spit.
cool to see the KK back on the boards.