Xeroshoes Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 well if you see me chewin baby guts, locc, would ya choke? I vomit when that teflon pierce that babie's throat peep me eatin dead cock, ya trip cause eatin' dead pussy clit i make ya sick but it's that season so my reason is legit I'm havin fits, I dream of eatin bloody pussy clit since I was six I fean for dead pussy on my dick I got the schitz minute I don't give a shit about your biatch that nigga that's from the block killin up that cock so nigga, shiet baby barbecue ribs and guts and uh, don't let me get the deep-fryin baby nuts, sluts get ate out like a date them crooked teeth hurt I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work -Brotha Lynch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nozaki Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 i'm turning red blood cells into dead blood cells Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DREDZ Posted November 5, 2005 Share Posted November 5, 2005 ...yea phonte is sick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJC Posted November 5, 2005 Share Posted November 5, 2005 'SKEETSKEETSKEETSKEETSKEET'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 ^^dude is trippin..haha Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BadWithNames Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 it had to be done I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irobpeople Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 "shit, its like a jungle some times it makes me wonder how i keep from going under when the hit me with the thunder and lightning its triffling, enlightening and frightning some might evin think its exciting" andre nikatina Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grouch Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 'its a star studed event when i vallet park/ open up my mouth and sunlight eluminate the dark' drive slow-kanye west ft paul wall Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
multipleman Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 how can i put it? life is like video footage, hard to edit, directors they never understood it. -RZA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tsuifuku Posted November 6, 2005 Share Posted November 6, 2005 aint no body betta than me, put some cheddar on it, gladiator style, stick with your head up on it. -styles p i aint one that'll lie to you, the stacks is unstoppable, on as long as macs poppable, cracks is chopable, if its logical, i'll body you, beat the shit outta you, go to your wake and beat shit out of anyone who say bye to you need to stop denyin it, pressure, you aint applyin it, one nigga get merked, look at you on some cryin shit, yeah i cried when i seen my little nigga get murdered, not cause he died, because the shit looked like it hurted Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fermentor666 Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 "I've been rapping for about 17 years..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mackfatsoe Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 "I dont write my stuff anymore I just kick it from my head, you know'm sayin', I can do that. No disrespect, but that's how I am." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SPORTO Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 CAUSE YA CAN'T YA WON'T & YA DON'T STOP Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
la creme de la seme Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 just check belowVVVVVV Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TYPEONER Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 Originally posted by leftover crack@Nov 3 2005, 08:36 PM Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp orderSteak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right cam'ron this shit had me saying HUH? Quoted post hahahahahahahahahaha...lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElectricitySucks Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 I am.. More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting It's melting and releasing toxic fumes Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out After that occurs, time gets consumed I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer.. Think of sex in a camper... A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer ..Smoke and mirrors So sophisticated So cool I AM.. An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits I'm so synthetic I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nose Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow I'm getting snow plowed, I KNOW It's time to fuck a guy now I just applied blush and look surprised but it's the way I plucked my eyebrows Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel With a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel I'm not real, but I've got FEELINGS... except in my nipples because of the breast implants To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine first person to guess who it is wins nothing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fuck muni Posted November 7, 2005 Share Posted November 7, 2005 Originally posted by BadWithNames@Nov 5 2005, 07:32 PM it had to be done I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block Quoted post haha i was waiting for someone to drop this.... "EXPOSE YOU FOR THE BITCH THAT YOU IS HAVE YOU SHAKIN WORSE THAN SPRAYCANS IN THE HANDS OF INNER CITY KIDS!!" my nigga illiment "Yo its mack inatelli, fuck you aera shave that fat ass belly" iner with the heat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr.yuck Posted November 9, 2005 Share Posted November 9, 2005 Yo, turn up my head phones. Turn them shits up. your albums garbage, I bought your shit man I listened to it, now its in a trash can young jeezy is the truth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeRVe54 Posted November 10, 2005 Share Posted November 10, 2005 peep my signature minus the chinese thing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IDrinkSprite Posted November 10, 2005 Share Posted November 10, 2005 Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine// So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between// - Ras Kass Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theGOON Posted November 10, 2005 Share Posted November 10, 2005 i don't listen to much hip hop, but this is one of my favorites: Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I cum blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and vacant body dug up to play with Skin greasy and naked tounguing her rotted anus I need a live woman to fill with my fluid A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill her body exceptional she thought I was normal but I wanted more I came blood inside of her choking on the clot gagging on the snot gushing blood, from her mouth bloody gel leaking out Body buried in a shallow grave Unmarked for none to find The sickness I have left behind Undetected go my crimes The greatest thrill of my life To slit my own cock with a knife Violent, climax Serging serum on my skin Back from the dead I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr. frink one Posted November 10, 2005 Share Posted November 10, 2005 "its like juice on the stoop - how I got 'em hi - c? " jr writer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sippin sippin Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 my gat screamed fire, the bullet told me shoot that mother fucker hes a liar, i talk to my 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll, when niggas try to diss me im a rapper with a (?), kill em all, i cant be fucked in this game im a psycopath, my AK told me to shove him up the niggas ass, im havin my conversation with mister millimeter, hes one of my best friend bitch ass nigga meet him - some real G shit...SPICE ONE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0RB1T0N3R Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 shake that laffy taffy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
imported_YEAHMANWORD Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 I got a deep freexer up on my chest and sno-cones up in my ears I got ice trays up in my teeth and I'm lookin' sumpin' like a chandelier. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
angry orphan Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 "packin for tour, actin like im packin for war... trunk filled with skunk still im askin for more" "the only language im tryin speak in is smoke signals, and if you aint fluent than don't mingle... i gotta shitty attitude, to get out of it, gotta get 50 fuckin phillies wrapped around that half-a-pound, and she'll be lookin silly ask around... im a scholar with the shit, take one to the head like i dropped a dollar on my dick" - copywrite "im tryin to crawl back in the k hole to get outta the car, but the k won't climb outta my nose and back in the jar" - cage "everything that glitter aint fish scale"- mf doom "painted like freight trains and still aint famous" -yak ballz "i keep dip in the freeza next ta chicken fajita's, under waffles.. whole kitchen smell like one a dem bottles"- tame one "swingin wordplay so heavy overwieght's an understatement" - liquorbox Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
korokys Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 "I'll shove gun in your grill greasy and heated smothered in hot mustard so when i feed it to you its easy to eat it you need to be immediatley treated while your breathin or you'llbe leavin the recievin room this evenin wit jesus..." Em "I flow shit blow shit smash ya toe shit On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get I fold shit like poker, smack em around On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what? Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay? No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!" Jigga "I strong arm with lyrics, watch how I prove myself Whether shadow-boxing or full contact I maneuver well About to have rap locked, with rhymes two to a cell Inmate inseragated housing unit refusing the mail Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure I mastered food or court jester, lyrical sport experts Dress for tennis, the mind of Minota with special-effect lenses Parade of all stars, with rhymes with bullet gold cards Done played with a full deck, as positive as my drug urine test My rhymes do to your brain what bullets do ta flesh! Rockin the house, the cradle, in the eighth grade coulda rocked the bells, but I was more comfortable in straight legs Strong, like the contribution to rap Kane gave My ego and my conscience refuse to share the same space Treacherous like Naughty By Nature and Kool Moe Dee Wouldn't catch me Half Steppin', even if I lost both feet" Thirstin howl the 3rd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dosoner Posted November 11, 2005 Share Posted November 11, 2005 slayer - raining blood Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DREDZ Posted November 12, 2005 Share Posted November 12, 2005 werd on thirstin "...i know a girl named cindy/ who thinks she's pretty/ nice big ass, but no kind of titties/ looks puerto rican, but her families from the indies/ acting high class working part time at wendies..."- Big Vic Lo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DREDZ Posted November 12, 2005 Share Posted November 12, 2005 "...can't forget sheila/ who thinks i need her/ wears the same outfit everyday since easter/ it's no secret she blows up my beeper/ told her friends i took her out, when i only bought her a pizza..."-thirsty man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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