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SMuRF
Don't notice-me, they say SMuRF only spits poetry...Well what the fuck is rap suppost-to-be, you tell-me...I'll get so deep in that ass you gotta vomit to swallow...HOGG from out of this world, astronomical like apallo...Im sick like flossin your teeth wita used tampon string...The type that could convince a virgin to have a one night fling...Sufisticated, i even say grace before my oppenets get terminated...Leave mics desintigrated & the amplifer incinirated...I'll eat ANYONE up, plus i don't save dogs any leftovers...Pack steal & i'll have you on my wall more stuffed the stoffers...So heated that propane pumps in my veins...This is what happens when i come within 50 feet of flames...
Susupect
since my immaculate conseption i've been busting flows at a challengers direction..smurf i'll put ya intestines in my nap sack
after i open ya mid-section should of learned ya leason/
suspect aint the one you should battle soon as your verse is posted i start to dismantle with my mic handle skills is ample..i'll
chop you up then cook you up and pass you out like some samples/
you the type to stay behind when ya home-boys ride your block credits been "denied" null and void a perpatrator slash instagater...we cant coinside/
just like bob you aint got no hope put a nus rope around ya throat...bitch after this ya just a memory do ya in like Patrick
Dennehy...just a reason for you homies to pour out some hennessy/
i'm illin this nigga gets more dick then lil kim kneeling..beat you with ya limbs take ya head and start peeling/
destroying this fools nerves worse then mulitple sclerosis so sick i'm lible to nail ya ass to a crucifix STIGMATA my blood boils
when i spit nobody HOTTA patna i'm big all i can say after this is "Who Shot Ya" does your dad know he got a daughter?/
well i "dunno know what to say" time to find god and pray you's a fraud and secretly gay...H.I.V. got you screaming out
"STEVE" you aint nothing but a P/
U.S.S.Y. why even try you wasting ya time..Magazines sent to ya spline within a rhyme scheme got you runnin up an incline..i'm crazy cut off ya cranium just to see whats on ya mind/
The other threads cluttered with 2 much BS
Don't notice-me, they say SMuRF only spits poetry...Well what the fuck is rap suppost-to-be, you tell-me...I'll get so deep in that ass you gotta vomit to swallow...HOGG from out of this world, astronomical like apallo...Im sick like flossin your teeth wita used tampon string...The type that could convince a virgin to have a one night fling...Sufisticated, i even say grace before my oppenets get terminated...Leave mics desintigrated & the amplifer incinirated...I'll eat ANYONE up, plus i don't save dogs any leftovers...Pack steal & i'll have you on my wall more stuffed the stoffers...So heated that propane pumps in my veins...This is what happens when i come within 50 feet of flames...
Susupect
since my immaculate conseption i've been busting flows at a challengers direction..smurf i'll put ya intestines in my nap sack
after i open ya mid-section should of learned ya leason/
suspect aint the one you should battle soon as your verse is posted i start to dismantle with my mic handle skills is ample..i'll
chop you up then cook you up and pass you out like some samples/
you the type to stay behind when ya home-boys ride your block credits been "denied" null and void a perpatrator slash instagater...we cant coinside/
just like bob you aint got no hope put a nus rope around ya throat...bitch after this ya just a memory do ya in like Patrick
Dennehy...just a reason for you homies to pour out some hennessy/
i'm illin this nigga gets more dick then lil kim kneeling..beat you with ya limbs take ya head and start peeling/
destroying this fools nerves worse then mulitple sclerosis so sick i'm lible to nail ya ass to a crucifix STIGMATA my blood boils
when i spit nobody HOTTA patna i'm big all i can say after this is "Who Shot Ya" does your dad know he got a daughter?/
well i "dunno know what to say" time to find god and pray you's a fraud and secretly gay...H.I.V. got you screaming out
"STEVE" you aint nothing but a P/
U.S.S.Y. why even try you wasting ya time..Magazines sent to ya spline within a rhyme scheme got you runnin up an incline..i'm crazy cut off ya cranium just to see whats on ya mind/
The other threads cluttered with 2 much BS
