i been riping folks on here for a while bpc and go hard or go home
we can battle, i'll set it off in the street, and allow you to spar wit me, no mo, we'll go blow 4 blow, cheek 2 cheek/
your verse aint worth 'shit' so dont speak, thats why when i eat ya bars, i'm left constipated for weeks//
mtown geeks, thinkin they can stop this lyrikal jesus, matter a fact in spanish its "jesus(haysus)", so i'll lay you.. to rest with a knife in your chest/
tie a rope round ya neck the girth of my verse so you can 'hang loose' with the rest/
its sad when u spit the best and cant beat my worst verse, i'll kill you twice so your death can be rehearsed, and leave you in a hearse with subwoofers in the back/
and play my shit over, track 4 track, so even your grieving mother sits and leans bak, wipes her tears 2 listen 2 my battle raps, and says "dam my son WUZ wack! he really did get ripped by that nigga PIMP!"//
in fact, your familia wont miss you, after i dissed you, and sever yer brain tissue, hope faded, then more left/
they were so embarassed i ripped you open they had you emancipated b4 death//
with CRIMINL kid its always more or less, blessed spitter floored yer best, i guess, u startin wit me, is just a technicallity/
i never loose, cuz i got 'punches' that would knock the parkinsons disease outta muhammad ali//you really "suck", so its bout time i off~ered~this
ball~in~chic, bitch "suck my balls~and~dick"
its siccness niggas, you fagets cant rum~ble~this
ya shit is "weak", ya need some "muscle supp~le~ments"
don't come talkin reckless wit a watch and a neck~lace
cuz when tha tek spit you'll be neck-less with no neck~lace
yall fuckin squeal~ers couldnt be queer~er
so now PIMPSMOOTH "pullin yall cards" like "Las Vegas deal~ers"
matta fact lets get specific, right now im pull~in~"Spades"()
yall givin PIMP a bad name on siccness, go find another site to~in~vade
whoever you get fa tha BPC, betta look~out
cuz when i "spark tha grill", ima "barbecue ya ribs" like a "cook~out"
when im done, you aint gone have a site to go~back~to
yall like "Moss" when im clappin, yall catchin everythin i "throw~at~you"
spit what you wrote, not what LYNCH may have leant~you
when you go back to WAKMC.com, tell em MR SMOOTH sent~you
they call tha pimp tha God MC, Lord~of~mics
and ima "plumber", put you "underground" like "wat~er~pipes"
i could go longer but all this is it, nigga~what
"bug-a-boo" type niggas, i told yall "stop callin" ma~bluff(get it?)Better hope ya dickridin'~homies comes in lying~to~win//
I'm hawk~eyein' this kid
cause everything he spit look like it's bit from some old PIMP~shit///
2 bars and I ain't feelin~this~spar//
cause last time I checked it was illegal to send children~to~war//
The man~ya~fear//
my dickrider now, got you a danglin' from my nuts like a chandalier//
You cat's crack me up with ya acting///
cause unless you printing verses, none of you bitches got a *rap sheet*//
Stop typin' raps in caps, you betta highlight rhymes//
cause that's the only way yo shit'd outshine mine//
Spit quick but ya weak though, as a rapper ya suck//
I'll go medievel, and pour magmatic matter on nuts//
You're faggots that stutter, I let you go first so you could get props on ya verse b4 I rip you//
and you still suck, I see what ya got; still can't fuck with me and I gave ya an open shot like Fab's chipped tooth//
The point I quickly get to; is that you ain't saying shit that either BPC or PIMP ain't said//
I killed you but if ya ain't dead; I'll grab a murda crew go to yo whore and start to paint red//
