SMURF & X-KALIBUR V. SUSPECT & G VINCINT
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man i bet you still live wit your parents, you prolly on theyre computer rite now..
foo, id stick you in the trunk of my monte for 3 weeks, drive around in the hot ass sun till the smell got too bad, then drop yo rotten ass in the sound..
so you can call me what you will, but the net between us means this is all BULLSHIT.. lol @ you callin me a homo.. my girl lives in my apartment and we sleep together every nite..
how bout you?
foo, id stick you in the trunk of my monte for 3 weeks, drive around in the hot ass sun till the smell got too bad, then drop yo rotten ass in the sound..
so you can call me what you will, but the net between us means this is all BULLSHIT.. lol @ you callin me a homo.. my girl lives in my apartment and we sleep together every nite..
how bout you?
once again this shit is on, yall best to run like this a marathon/ hand me the paul masson, lets get it on like playin criticom/ you cats still yappin.. you got these "skills" but aint got shit thats really craccin/ you keep me laffin.. finsta nut up in your face, and watch yo homie get his ass-kicked with an asprin/ you lookin for oxygen, gaspin?/ like "damn King Dubbs fuckin dick is so massive"/ you best to pullova out the traffic.. before i run you over with the all black classic/ you actin like you wanna see the casket.. cuz i use drastic tactics/ remainin passive till i rip apart yo intestines like elastic.. then i fuck yo daughter like a rabbit got dammit, i see bitch and then i stab it.. call yo baby pepsi cuz double g has got 2 have it/ your family members disapearin like theyre magic, you aint no savs you just some faggots/ collectin votes while i stack cabbage, i see yo bloody body parts leakin out my baggage/ as i cross the border.. this fuckin court aint got no order, ill be fair and flip a quarter/ im wishin when yo granny had yo mom.. her cross-eyed ass aborted-her/
one mo gin bitches
one mo gin bitches
My Turn
who you muthfuckas calling a fag? i seen you both holding hands on a cosmo mag just some pms'in bitchs on the rag...mitch bade chumps get lit up like zags..pissing on the mexican flag/
got me spitting sicc...no pre-rehursed written shit...this is quick and intricate...get off my dick or get pistol whipped...burnt to
grissel and ripped..thoughts of beatin me is "wishful" watch the script get flipped/
x-kaliber your only fifth-teen..i've been on the rapping scene since before you were a wet-dream...my shits hip got you hoppin
like mexican jumpin beans..what do you record on a playschool my first karaoke machine?/
stabbing this wanna-be "Nosferatu" in the heart with a stake...busting my gat towards x-kalibur at "Point blank"...busting slugs into ya flanks...you two aint gangstas you never held a chrome...probably cant even tie your own shoes alone...coming off the dome...breaking ya bones like sticks and stones/
so you a fan of avril lavigne? bitch probably got trl on speed dial watching mtv...nither one of you have seen the inside of a
penatentuary..your rhymes are weak lines labeled elementary/
fucking with this angry alcoholic...coming again and again until your lethargic...fuck "Alone with a sharp object project" at best
you got two hits like you hitting hydro-ponic aint it ironic/
the savages are getting slain covered in bandages..thought you knew i was insane?...how trues your crew? how good is your
aim? take a bone saw to ya brain/
i know you dont like those mamma jokes...but its true the only reason your around is cause the condom broke...had to
provoke so now i'm creepin wearin a cloak followed by a cloud of smoke/
how can x-kaliber rap when hes always got hogs dick in his throat...you a typical child rapper on the net aint got shit to
promote...you think these suckas can see me? cause i dont/
you clowning the 253 man fuck the 925 and fuck the mushroom town you came from smurf i'll put ya in the ground...your
shits wack...making a permanent impression on ya ass like a tat/
that crank got you up in the tweaker hours...all out hog is a coward...these fucking mini-mes belong in austin powers...what
kind of muthfucka says square bear? please child...cease acting wild...you dog the beats we compiled...shit I turned you into
Papa Doc and you still in denial/
what you spit is full of shit so you must be constapated...rip ya verse and destroy ya reputation when my verse is
conjagated...i'm the judge and the jury has deliberated/
dramatized music that shit should be called pointless and tired!...your shit on the webs weak it couldnt even support a
spider...you could rap the bible in church and nobody would feel inspired/
oh and I aint forgot about x-kalibur i'll snap ya neck and smash ya melon like gallagher...can i get a fucking seroius
challenger?... i'll leave you "Faded" in a "Dark Place" for "What its worth" i know you "Cant Take It" if skills were cloths you'd
be naked...yell in ya head and hear a echo it must be vacant/
your a student so take some notes...go ahead and tell ya dick riding homies to vote...rolling deep in ya power wheels...only
way you getting signed is if master p gave you a deal to rap with romeo on the real/
you aint a pitscrapkilla you a bitch wack squeeler down to snitch and turn ya back on a drug dealer...whats your hood show
me some scars...or flow coming hard bestow some sicc bars..you aint shit your sub-par...give it a year and you'll be drowling
on the dubs on my car/
who you muthfuckas calling a fag? i seen you both holding hands on a cosmo mag just some pms'in bitchs on the rag...mitch bade chumps get lit up like zags..pissing on the mexican flag/
got me spitting sicc...no pre-rehursed written shit...this is quick and intricate...get off my dick or get pistol whipped...burnt to
grissel and ripped..thoughts of beatin me is "wishful" watch the script get flipped/
x-kaliber your only fifth-teen..i've been on the rapping scene since before you were a wet-dream...my shits hip got you hoppin
like mexican jumpin beans..what do you record on a playschool my first karaoke machine?/
stabbing this wanna-be "Nosferatu" in the heart with a stake...busting my gat towards x-kalibur at "Point blank"...busting slugs into ya flanks...you two aint gangstas you never held a chrome...probably cant even tie your own shoes alone...coming off the dome...breaking ya bones like sticks and stones/
so you a fan of avril lavigne? bitch probably got trl on speed dial watching mtv...nither one of you have seen the inside of a
penatentuary..your rhymes are weak lines labeled elementary/
fucking with this angry alcoholic...coming again and again until your lethargic...fuck "Alone with a sharp object project" at best
you got two hits like you hitting hydro-ponic aint it ironic/
the savages are getting slain covered in bandages..thought you knew i was insane?...how trues your crew? how good is your
aim? take a bone saw to ya brain/
i know you dont like those mamma jokes...but its true the only reason your around is cause the condom broke...had to
provoke so now i'm creepin wearin a cloak followed by a cloud of smoke/
how can x-kaliber rap when hes always got hogs dick in his throat...you a typical child rapper on the net aint got shit to
promote...you think these suckas can see me? cause i dont/
you clowning the 253 man fuck the 925 and fuck the mushroom town you came from smurf i'll put ya in the ground...your
shits wack...making a permanent impression on ya ass like a tat/
that crank got you up in the tweaker hours...all out hog is a coward...these fucking mini-mes belong in austin powers...what
kind of muthfucka says square bear? please child...cease acting wild...you dog the beats we compiled...shit I turned you into
Papa Doc and you still in denial/
what you spit is full of shit so you must be constapated...rip ya verse and destroy ya reputation when my verse is
conjagated...i'm the judge and the jury has deliberated/
dramatized music that shit should be called pointless and tired!...your shit on the webs weak it couldnt even support a
spider...you could rap the bible in church and nobody would feel inspired/
oh and I aint forgot about x-kalibur i'll snap ya neck and smash ya melon like gallagher...can i get a fucking seroius
challenger?... i'll leave you "Faded" in a "Dark Place" for "What its worth" i know you "Cant Take It" if skills were cloths you'd
be naked...yell in ya head and hear a echo it must be vacant/
your a student so take some notes...go ahead and tell ya dick riding homies to vote...rolling deep in ya power wheels...only
way you getting signed is if master p gave you a deal to rap with romeo on the real/
you aint a pitscrapkilla you a bitch wack squeeler down to snitch and turn ya back on a drug dealer...whats your hood show
me some scars...or flow coming hard bestow some sicc bars..you aint shit your sub-par...give it a year and you'll be drowling
on the dubs on my car/