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im one of the illest RAPPERS ITS TIME FOR THE CON AGAIN WEN IM DONE WITH YOU,YOUR GONNA BARELY WALK AGAIN AND TALK AGAIN-**ILL KICK YOU AND LAND ON MY GRILL COOK YOU AND SELL YOU TO A RESTURANT FOR A GOOD DEAL**THE WORLD DONT KNOW WAT IMMA BOUT TO DO EXSEPT KILL YOU AND BEAT YOU-SEE YOU ON THE CURB CRYING COME NEAR YOU AND DO A DRIVE BY AND SAY BYE FINALLY THE END OF YOU SEE I FLOW MO AND MO UNLIKE YOU YOU FLOW LIKE SOME1 CHASING YOU WHILE I GET THIS AK 47 POINT IT AT YOU MAKE YOU GO TO HELL OR HEVAN+NEXT TIME YOU GIVE ME A GUN TO SHOW MAKE SURE POINT IT AT YOURSELF BE4 YOU LET I GO+MY NAME IS CON SCARED OF NO ONE NO HUN NO GUN NO SON SO BE4 YOU START BEEFING WITH ME BETTER START CHECKING MY HISTORY BITCH DONT YOU SEE ME AND YOU ARNT LEVEL TO LEVEL IM ON TOP OF YOU SO GIVE ME A MEDAL I SAY MY RYHMES SO SICK YOU SAY YOUR RHYMES LIKE SHIT YOU SHOULD GO IN A DITCH SO NO1 COULD SEE YOUR FACE CUZ EVERY1 HATES U IN THIS PLACE(THATS NICE)MAKE YOU BURN LIKE A MEXICAN SPICE AND SELL YOU YOUR SHIT AT A MEXICAN PRICE 1 CENT 2 CENTS 3 THATS HOW LARGE IS UR PRICES GONNA BE IM SWIFTY WITH THESE LINES THATS WHY IM ALWAYS CLEVER WEN I PUT TOGETHER THESE NEVER ENDING RYHMES//ILL MAKE YOU EXPLODES WITH A NINE LIKE UR IN A GOLD MINE EXSEPT YOUR ATACH TO THE BOMB AND PEOPLE DROP YOU,N WANT YOU GONE SO IMMA MAKE YOU ROT~N AND MOP~N THATS THE ONLY JOP YOUR GONNA BE TALK~N SO STOP JOT~N THESE RYHMES THATLL TAKE YOU 1.2.3AN HOUR FOR A RYHME WEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE MY LIFE AND MY NEEDS I ALSO CLOSE MY EYES AND SEE MY STREETS AND SEE MY PEOPLE AND MY G'S!SO ILL MAKE YOU CRY AND MAKE YOU DIE YOU RYHME BUT YOU TRY AND FRY ON MY LINES AND RYHMES TAKE YOUR EYES OUT N MAKE YOU BLIND MAKE THIS WHOLE BATTLE MINE AS YOU ROT I SHINE SEE ME WITHOUT A MIC IS LIKE MUSTARD WITHOUT IT HYNES.Im one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really hafta,I really slap eavin all of you cats shittin kittens this shit is written,in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny my auto is fully plenty of niggaz packin semi:speak darts; yo you get paid?Rhymin about it is the sweet part you cant be street smart with a cheap heart five nine a street nigga with deep feelin i keep illin my steez willin to keep killin fuck rap a lot of yall all is just acts trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks bust and then we all black when you get bust back at and imma spit thunder stick to my guns niggaz is finished before they gimmicks,one-hit wonders**what?big balls that's why when I spit your clique stalls I'ma pit bull im just dog im just raw{CAPS}I TAKE MY CALLOA OFF AND DISS LEEACH BITE YOU MAKE YOU HALF A PEICE OH MY WEN IM DONE WITH YOU THE BODY COUNT WILL RISE AND ILL GET AWAY WITH IT AND PLAY WITH IT COME AT YOU MAKE YOU FRIGHTIN STRIKE YOUR ASS LIKE THUNDER AND LIGHT TAKE THIS WRITE IT DOWN GGET ME MY CROWN CUZ IM THE KING OF THIS SHIT FUCK YOU ASS WHOLE SUCK A DICK PRICK YOUR A TRICK CLIT SOOO THRAOW A FIT. Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin(OH)Im headed for Hell Id rather be dead or in jail hit this and you better inhale CUZ any MC that chooses to go against me is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy fuck a headache,give me a migraine damnit I like pain you rap knowin you wack AND IM BACK
Posted on: 2008-08-11 17:34:48 
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