SPITTEN GAS!!!!!! THE RETURN OF LEE-ZILLA!!! BUT LEE NEVER LEFT
- Thread starter LEE-ZILLA 69
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my cutty stay high, stays spittin'
yeah, I'm a give 'em that
listen, my keystrokes stay slappin'
like the snares on pharrell's "Grindin" track
forever writin them lyrics where kids rewind and ask
who dat? he's phat, plus he got bars for days
fiends bump my shit, cause my style's so dope
you can break it down on plates
run your finger across my posts, then give it a taste
now I bet'cha I got ya feelin' all numb in the face
as a kid, I used to smoke weed brown as my race
now I breathe on that barney with them crystal flakes
enough of that, lets get back
to the topic at hand
on how I got more metaphors
then the middle east got grains of sand
and damn, just like a pigeon, my mission is to stay fly
and shittin' on everything in my vision, ya dig it....so why
do suckas test me like I'm the new kid at school
dont make me go gorilla, I got no time to monkey with you dudes
When I break fool, I break thru
and aint a damn thing stoppin'
if I have to, I'm like TI w/ a case of Moet Magnumns
I'm bout to get big things poppin'
all the guns I've been coppin'
could have me gone for 100 summers
chrome sliver & black like my raiders
my burners got running back numbers
fuck wit me and slumber
40s, 44s, 38s and 50s
every runner needs a blocker
so I bringin' them big boys wit me
yeah, I'm a give 'em that
listen, my keystrokes stay slappin'
like the snares on pharrell's "Grindin" track
forever writin them lyrics where kids rewind and ask
who dat? he's phat, plus he got bars for days
fiends bump my shit, cause my style's so dope
you can break it down on plates
run your finger across my posts, then give it a taste
now I bet'cha I got ya feelin' all numb in the face
as a kid, I used to smoke weed brown as my race
now I breathe on that barney with them crystal flakes
enough of that, lets get back
to the topic at hand
on how I got more metaphors
then the middle east got grains of sand
and damn, just like a pigeon, my mission is to stay fly
and shittin' on everything in my vision, ya dig it....so why
do suckas test me like I'm the new kid at school
dont make me go gorilla, I got no time to monkey with you dudes
When I break fool, I break thru
and aint a damn thing stoppin'
if I have to, I'm like TI w/ a case of Moet Magnumns
I'm bout to get big things poppin'
all the guns I've been coppin'
could have me gone for 100 summers
chrome sliver & black like my raiders
my burners got running back numbers
fuck wit me and slumber
40s, 44s, 38s and 50s
every runner needs a blocker
so I bringin' them big boys wit me
hahaha...stay gay...original
8five8 came in to get pasted a month later
check back to 6/4/08...ya already got blazed up like the death of darth vader
your a hater, poppin off n out ya muthafuckin jaw joints
i mean your right about zilla bein wack..but thats besides the point
the point is ya need to keep that wack shit in that san diego
where the weed is brown and everyones game is squarer than Legos
ya sweet like eggos, im only similar in the way that im dipped
in syrup with ya bitch lickin on my dick tip, pull out the camera now its scripted
im lifted, off a blunt thats grape and some purple thats gods gifted
u hate it, i live it, homie ur fridged my styles ridged, an ribbed for her pleasure, homie im clearly better, focused on chedda wita beretta vendetta if aimed at chu ur gaurenteed to be wet-up
im fresh to death at the spot, u get more comments like "hey man! thats a cool get-up!"
u fuckin bitch, keep my name out ur mouth from now on
nd stick to makin ya shit thats softer than that one puppy chow song...
im gone
8five8 came in to get pasted a month later
check back to 6/4/08...ya already got blazed up like the death of darth vader
your a hater, poppin off n out ya muthafuckin jaw joints
i mean your right about zilla bein wack..but thats besides the point
the point is ya need to keep that wack shit in that san diego
where the weed is brown and everyones game is squarer than Legos
ya sweet like eggos, im only similar in the way that im dipped
in syrup with ya bitch lickin on my dick tip, pull out the camera now its scripted
im lifted, off a blunt thats grape and some purple thats gods gifted
u hate it, i live it, homie ur fridged my styles ridged, an ribbed for her pleasure, homie im clearly better, focused on chedda wita beretta vendetta if aimed at chu ur gaurenteed to be wet-up
im fresh to death at the spot, u get more comments like "hey man! thats a cool get-up!"
u fuckin bitch, keep my name out ur mouth from now on
nd stick to makin ya shit thats softer than that one puppy chow song...
im gone
u from tha Bay? i bet u dumber than u look/wit them wack ass lines i can tell u never read a book/tell ur faggot ass fans to LOL that/ur the square,u couldnt smell that witta pack of vicks/bitch/and i'mma smash this wannabe stoner/couldnt go hard with a boner/u got homies on siccness but on the low u'z a loner/might as well go pop/either way u gone flop/dissin on my city/why dont u come through?/watch me show u/how its done like a teacher/dope rhyme speecher/make u believe like a preacher/heat seekers/ be cruisin right pass u/cuz u warm,no harm like butterflies/tryin ta go hard with them melted butter rhymes/u couldnt see me with infinite scopes/put u on lock, got u grabbin for the ropes/beggin for hope/bet ur wack ass gon start beggin for votes/but fuck yall cuz yall dont get none like virgins/yall deservin a hurtin/ur whole styles played out like pick up lines/dont make me go off on ya/start stompin ya/ in ur casket/u want beef?/then watch me bring/ a submarine fulla picnic baskets/ filled with cows.........bring tha pain like ow!/ who's next now?/ fuck ur momma and ur crew/ i'll bruise u and ur boo's cervix/ perfectly execute/Stay High better stay home like Curfew/ fuckin faggot/ U spittin perfume/ yall aint feelin this?/
u hoes best know/ i got heat for weeks/ u couldnt stay high witta bong on mountain peaks/ if u was chillin with Cheech and Chong/ bring the blunts with ur dinner with ur wack ass homies/ u fuckin ponies is phony as styrofoam/ god forbid if u ever lay vocals onna microphone.
ur shits wack homie. ur little siccness buddies can give u all the props they want. U aint fuckin with me. And fuck that salamander ass caterpillar ass muthafuckin Lee Zilla. U fuckin gecko. hahaha!!
beeeeytich! any of u other busters want a can of beat downs just holler.
u hoes best know/ i got heat for weeks/ u couldnt stay high witta bong on mountain peaks/ if u was chillin with Cheech and Chong/ bring the blunts with ur dinner with ur wack ass homies/ u fuckin ponies is phony as styrofoam/ god forbid if u ever lay vocals onna microphone.
ur shits wack homie. ur little siccness buddies can give u all the props they want. U aint fuckin with me. And fuck that salamander ass caterpillar ass muthafuckin Lee Zilla. U fuckin gecko. hahaha!!
beeeeytich! any of u other busters want a can of beat downs just holler.
ya got yaself all pumped up in ya mind, but not hurtin me
858 is the outcome of fat mothers clappin' and chantin' "Hercules! Hercules!"
ur jerkin me, wit even thinkin of murkin me
flow so toxic aimed at ur throat, call it verbal mercury,
this lil twerp is weak, pulled some big speech but its bout quality not quanity
So my 16 against ur half novel up there will make ya think twice bout tauntin me
im hauntin g's in they dreams while ur feety pajamas stay wet in the front
i roll wit bitches tight like Nuns, this lil homo practically steps into cunt
i could peel his cap back but the verbal weapons enough
this dudes guessin he's tough, keep up the practice
or stick the spandex, cartwheels and backflips and stealin ur moms cherry chapstick
lil ho, your slapstick, comedy and im a commodady
doin dirt in the street wit hyphy armed robbery comradery
givin bitches labotomys, in they ear wit that pimpin shit
im bout to put 858 on the muthafuckin strip
and see what this lil bitch can get
858 is the outcome of fat mothers clappin' and chantin' "Hercules! Hercules!"
ur jerkin me, wit even thinkin of murkin me
flow so toxic aimed at ur throat, call it verbal mercury,
this lil twerp is weak, pulled some big speech but its bout quality not quanity
So my 16 against ur half novel up there will make ya think twice bout tauntin me
im hauntin g's in they dreams while ur feety pajamas stay wet in the front
i roll wit bitches tight like Nuns, this lil homo practically steps into cunt
i could peel his cap back but the verbal weapons enough
this dudes guessin he's tough, keep up the practice
or stick the spandex, cartwheels and backflips and stealin ur moms cherry chapstick
lil ho, your slapstick, comedy and im a commodady
doin dirt in the street wit hyphy armed robbery comradery
givin bitches labotomys, in they ear wit that pimpin shit
im bout to put 858 on the muthafuckin strip
and see what this lil bitch can get
