Pimpsmooth vs. Paqo
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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"He can run all he wants....he's jus delaying the inevitable....."
-Paqo
Verse 1
pimp can run like fake HO'S-
but will get caught an smashed quick like RIPE-TOMATOS-
will cry the same-WOES, of how i get-LOW-
You a fag, get in touch with your inner RAIN-BOW-
wanna run from a thread then turn, call me PATHETIC?-
stress the test raise your pressure till u turn DIABETIC-
Im laughin hard cuz you thought you were SOME-THIN-
cuz its ROUGH-WHEN you try to act hard but end up doin NOTH-IN-
no SYMPATHY towards ENEMYS in the VACINITY cuz u shoulda known from the START-
you KILLIN ME cuz the retard of the CENTURY actin like he BOLD but its TOLD you ain got no HEART-
You talk like MASE after a four car PILE UP-
down syndrome retard tryin to get FIRED UP you ACTIN THEN-
cuz PAQO made you lose your LUNCH after I hit you in the ABDOMEN,then told u no more BLABERIN at the next SOCIAL GATHERIN-
CHORUS:
IM THAT NIGGA!!!!!!, or so that you CLAIM-
your lyrics deemed LAME after I put to SHAME-
how'd you get the NAME? you know u ain PIMPIN-
you ain got no HOS in your HOME cept your MOM, oops, u TRIPPIN-
Verse2
Big Paqo puts the "A" in CHAMP cuz even u will GIVE IT UP-
get the same word use YOU and YOU really put the "U" in CHUMP-
FORMULATE FLOWS and DEPLOY the BANK ROLLS-
YOU FAKE HO work at DOMINOS and ROLL the BREAD DOUGH-
yeah I ain on your LEVEL cuz you way BELOW-
You inches from the DEVIL, got your TOES in his AFRO-
You soft like skined GRAPES-
you BLOW like curtain DRAPES, no ESCAPE cant WAIT 4 the FATE that TAKES PLACE-
you use the term RAPPER LOOSE-LY-
but TRUTH-FULLY, you ain a crip, why you spell "fuck" with two "C'S???"
you out for the COUNT-
get up boy and BOUNCE-
the next time you next to me BETTA WATCH YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!!!!!!
Simpledude RIP.
"He can run all he wants....he's jus delaying the inevitable....."
-Paqo
Verse 1
pimp can run like fake HO'S-
but will get caught an smashed quick like RIPE-TOMATOS-
will cry the same-WOES, of how i get-LOW-
You a fag, get in touch with your inner RAIN-BOW-
wanna run from a thread then turn, call me PATHETIC?-
stress the test raise your pressure till u turn DIABETIC-
Im laughin hard cuz you thought you were SOME-THIN-
cuz its ROUGH-WHEN you try to act hard but end up doin NOTH-IN-
no SYMPATHY towards ENEMYS in the VACINITY cuz u shoulda known from the START-
you KILLIN ME cuz the retard of the CENTURY actin like he BOLD but its TOLD you ain got no HEART-
You talk like MASE after a four car PILE UP-
down syndrome retard tryin to get FIRED UP you ACTIN THEN-
cuz PAQO made you lose your LUNCH after I hit you in the ABDOMEN,then told u no more BLABERIN at the next SOCIAL GATHERIN-
CHORUS:
IM THAT NIGGA!!!!!!, or so that you CLAIM-
your lyrics deemed LAME after I put to SHAME-
how'd you get the NAME? you know u ain PIMPIN-
you ain got no HOS in your HOME cept your MOM, oops, u TRIPPIN-
Verse2
Big Paqo puts the "A" in CHAMP cuz even u will GIVE IT UP-
get the same word use YOU and YOU really put the "U" in CHUMP-
FORMULATE FLOWS and DEPLOY the BANK ROLLS-
YOU FAKE HO work at DOMINOS and ROLL the BREAD DOUGH-
yeah I ain on your LEVEL cuz you way BELOW-
You inches from the DEVIL, got your TOES in his AFRO-
You soft like skined GRAPES-
you BLOW like curtain DRAPES, no ESCAPE cant WAIT 4 the FATE that TAKES PLACE-
you use the term RAPPER LOOSE-LY-
but TRUTH-FULLY, you ain a crip, why you spell "fuck" with two "C'S???"
you out for the COUNT-
get up boy and BOUNCE-
the next time you next to me BETTA WATCH YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!!!!!!
Simpledude RIP.
IM READY I TOLD U PAQUE IF U DONT GO HARD GO HOME CUZ U NOTR EADY BUT U TRIED LOL
BIG PAQUE i will sacrifice u/ torture u in different impliments/ stab u in the past/ go back to the future an kill u in the present tense//.
i'm the career ender/ bullet spitter/ arsonist wit flamin ice shots/ hit u wit so many ice an heat metaphors/ u'd think i was the spokesman 4 icy-hot/ "i sell drugs like circles/ around the clock/ on my block, i drop rocks like santa in christmas socks/ i stay wit hoes/ pimp so hard/ i had to go back to the basics x's and o's/ tac-tac-toe/ an little kids playin mash/ i serve up clicks just like auther ash/..."
bullet shots in tha head/ left you dead/ as trails of blood an lead/ lie on your bed// as i said b4, i dont put up wit no bullshit
if u clownin around and i gotta trigga, imma go ahead an pull it
yo bitch, u cant fool it
KROOKED KONCEPTS''due to your posted-flaws, yall niggas aint no-where-hard, all told by your hosted-dull exposed text-bars, while my verses are viewed as quoted-art// i spit so hot i’ll have you roasted-dark like joan-of-arc, so don’t “cross-me” cuz my style’s so “bloody” i flow-with-sharks""BIG PAQUE
the “soft-type”---> the tin man and you share the same-heart, “on-line” you play-hard, but “off-line” you’re a superfag like a gay-clark// trying to beat me when your best touch is the spacebar,
it's a horrible hatred that runs deep in my veins... cowards, you're just feeding the flames
im startin to see that you homo, i'm pickin' up facts/
remind me of warren sapp known for pickin' up sacks/ (nuts)
dont fuck wit PIMP, cuz its sure to be killin's/
cuz i got mad nines like a penny short of a million/
you niggas could never be ill, im just statin facts/ not even if you slurped pis, ate shit, and sniffed anthrax -
" if u ill//
im iller//
if u a killer
im the nigga who killed ya"//
motha fuckas!!!!PIMPSMOOTH
"headshots to the legs when i'm banging the mag/
i don't play ball for clevland/
armz ain't aiming for cav's (calves)"
ya jump at the crack of a drum,the fat lady has sung
feed ya to the lions, now the cats really got ya tounge"
ya skillz is by far best, i spit~wit~tyte~schemes, got you on 'lock down' like encrypted~byte~screens/
compared to u, ya sista~fights~mean, but ur 'punches were never landing', like scripted~fight~scenes'/
my bullets act like heat seekas
next thing ya know, people callin me a street sweepa
got rimz on my truck older than me
aint no one got a heart more colder than me//
spittin rhymes not stop dog, like my fourty fiver/
when my ammos depleted, reload a clip of saliva/
this aint ya time to shine so get out the lime-light/
you still coming of age till then get ya mind right/
you think u "large" but tha fact is that i am god, so """""PIMP"""controls ya fate/
you ain't god, and if you wannna be "big" then call me "tupac" cuz i fucked ya "faith"// *(faith evans)* BOSS PLAYAS CLICC
thug imperial, meet you at your burial, verbal attacks, blow erb increase the raps, make competitors catch contact, it's the street rhymes you lack/
you dudes gone need mal- practice, perhaps its just the raps you spit/
advise from the wise, think twice when you mention PIMP, or get ya fingers sliced into pieces of five, recognize a true!! mc' probably can take on the best of em' even jay-z, you must be crazy, ya vocabulary is fugazi.. lazy mc's never seems to amaze me, duckin the battle section lately/the general break you dudes apart like torn ligaments/
decapitate ya dome, in front of ya home, left at your residence/
throw the all black glove, and make you use your finger prints/
so when the feds get the case, they leave wit no evidence/ it's evident i'm a veteran krome betta not ever step in my direction
BIG PAQUE i will sacrifice u/ torture u in different impliments/ stab u in the past/ go back to the future an kill u in the present tense//.
i'm the career ender/ bullet spitter/ arsonist wit flamin ice shots/ hit u wit so many ice an heat metaphors/ u'd think i was the spokesman 4 icy-hot/ "i sell drugs like circles/ around the clock/ on my block, i drop rocks like santa in christmas socks/ i stay wit hoes/ pimp so hard/ i had to go back to the basics x's and o's/ tac-tac-toe/ an little kids playin mash/ i serve up clicks just like auther ash/..."
bullet shots in tha head/ left you dead/ as trails of blood an lead/ lie on your bed// as i said b4, i dont put up wit no bullshit
if u clownin around and i gotta trigga, imma go ahead an pull it
yo bitch, u cant fool it
KROOKED KONCEPTS''due to your posted-flaws, yall niggas aint no-where-hard, all told by your hosted-dull exposed text-bars, while my verses are viewed as quoted-art// i spit so hot i’ll have you roasted-dark like joan-of-arc, so don’t “cross-me” cuz my style’s so “bloody” i flow-with-sharks""BIG PAQUE
the “soft-type”---> the tin man and you share the same-heart, “on-line” you play-hard, but “off-line” you’re a superfag like a gay-clark// trying to beat me when your best touch is the spacebar,
it's a horrible hatred that runs deep in my veins... cowards, you're just feeding the flames
im startin to see that you homo, i'm pickin' up facts/
remind me of warren sapp known for pickin' up sacks/ (nuts)
dont fuck wit PIMP, cuz its sure to be killin's/
cuz i got mad nines like a penny short of a million/
you niggas could never be ill, im just statin facts/ not even if you slurped pis, ate shit, and sniffed anthrax -
" if u ill//
im iller//
if u a killer
im the nigga who killed ya"//
motha fuckas!!!!PIMPSMOOTH
"headshots to the legs when i'm banging the mag/
i don't play ball for clevland/
armz ain't aiming for cav's (calves)"
ya jump at the crack of a drum,the fat lady has sung
feed ya to the lions, now the cats really got ya tounge"
ya skillz is by far best, i spit~wit~tyte~schemes, got you on 'lock down' like encrypted~byte~screens/
compared to u, ya sista~fights~mean, but ur 'punches were never landing', like scripted~fight~scenes'/
my bullets act like heat seekas
next thing ya know, people callin me a street sweepa
got rimz on my truck older than me
aint no one got a heart more colder than me//
spittin rhymes not stop dog, like my fourty fiver/
when my ammos depleted, reload a clip of saliva/
this aint ya time to shine so get out the lime-light/
you still coming of age till then get ya mind right/
you think u "large" but tha fact is that i am god, so """""PIMP"""controls ya fate/
you ain't god, and if you wannna be "big" then call me "tupac" cuz i fucked ya "faith"// *(faith evans)* BOSS PLAYAS CLICC
thug imperial, meet you at your burial, verbal attacks, blow erb increase the raps, make competitors catch contact, it's the street rhymes you lack/
you dudes gone need mal- practice, perhaps its just the raps you spit/
advise from the wise, think twice when you mention PIMP, or get ya fingers sliced into pieces of five, recognize a true!! mc' probably can take on the best of em' even jay-z, you must be crazy, ya vocabulary is fugazi.. lazy mc's never seems to amaze me, duckin the battle section lately/the general break you dudes apart like torn ligaments/
decapitate ya dome, in front of ya home, left at your residence/
throw the all black glove, and make you use your finger prints/
so when the feds get the case, they leave wit no evidence/ it's evident i'm a veteran krome betta not ever step in my direction
this is bull shit...
i will never vote on a pimpsmooth battle, and this is exactly why...
yall cant tell he bit about everyword he put down??? shit doesn't make sense... the only words that are his are the one's in capital letters... hes bit that cavs line before... and if you didn't bite this pimp... then who is krome? the last bar says that "Krome betta not ever step in my direction." so who is krome? prolly the person who the verse you bit was for... fuckin wacc bitch, yall are retarded if you dont see the tendencies in his verses... he always bites the same guy with the ~between~his~rhymes~... and he adds BOSS PLAYAS and PIMP just to look like its his verse... and hell occasionally throw in his opponents name in all caps like BIG PAQUO... but it will never rhyme with another word and he will never say anything directly about the person he is battling... his structure changes so much, no one is THAT fucking scatter-brained to do something like that, you cant tell its a different person spittin at times and not the same person in the lines before... this is rediculous... i can't believe yall take this imposter as legit... but, whatever, whoever battles pimp should win regaurdless cuz this guy dont even use his own material... and thats kinda sad...
i will never vote on a pimpsmooth battle, and this is exactly why...
yall cant tell he bit about everyword he put down??? shit doesn't make sense... the only words that are his are the one's in capital letters... hes bit that cavs line before... and if you didn't bite this pimp... then who is krome? the last bar says that "Krome betta not ever step in my direction." so who is krome? prolly the person who the verse you bit was for... fuckin wacc bitch, yall are retarded if you dont see the tendencies in his verses... he always bites the same guy with the ~between~his~rhymes~... and he adds BOSS PLAYAS and PIMP just to look like its his verse... and hell occasionally throw in his opponents name in all caps like BIG PAQUO... but it will never rhyme with another word and he will never say anything directly about the person he is battling... his structure changes so much, no one is THAT fucking scatter-brained to do something like that, you cant tell its a different person spittin at times and not the same person in the lines before... this is rediculous... i can't believe yall take this imposter as legit... but, whatever, whoever battles pimp should win regaurdless cuz this guy dont even use his own material... and thats kinda sad...
