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 Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 12:42 pm
What do I see here? It's a b***h fest.
What do I do here? Make this bitchless.
You kids need to flow here or leave in stitches
Sneakin' inches anally, you seekin' p***s
Get the ******** out of my haven, you kids disgust me
Y'all like high schoolers at a frat: y'all can't even rush me
Touch me, I'll bring an MC Hammer to ya Gumby's
and leave ya Clay Aiken, me, I'm face breakin'
Leave ya pace shakin', I'll stick you in a microwave
Peel ya caps back to find out what you have for brains.
Don't bother bitchin' at me; if you want to settle this, let's battle, chump. Set a callout thread up in the main Rapper's Haven forum and I'll embarass you.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 12:49 pm
Ha! Was that aimed at anyone in paticular?
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 5:09 pm
Probably not. But if he wants to talk about d**k like an a** rammed expert, I'll be happy to laugh at his expense! xd
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 1:11 am
You'd know about getting rammed in the a** better than anyone ^___^
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 8:49 am
Only second to ya dad after ya plugged him last night mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 2:33 pm
Yall Know the deal,
Long john shirt don't show the steel
Ski mask when we gone to kill
We blast and U know we will
We dont mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to ya block slow as hell
Look for U ******** than unload the shells,
A ***** get caught than please post bell
G's up to my homies in jail
Know how it be that lonley S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
U cookin it than u goin to hell
Im witta b***h in the front seat holdin the steal
Jo, Im so foreal
Move the candy ring to get the candycane,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:02 pm
Jo The Ceo-of Harlem Yall Know the deal, Long john shirt don't show the steel Ski mask when we gone to kill We blast and U know we will We dont mash just olds-mobiles Ride to ya block slow as hell Look for U ******** than unload the shells, A ***** get caught than please post bell G's up to my homies in jail Know how it be that lonley S.L. Full of turf that smokey S.L. U cookin it than u goin to hell Im witta b***h in the front seat holdin the steal Jo, Im so foreal Move the candy ring to get the candycane, For them pretty Range Rova wheels Jim Jones [What you been drankin on-Verse 3 - Jim Jones] Y'all know the deal Long john shirt don't show the steal Ski mask when we gone to kill We blast and you know we will We don't mash just olds-mobiles Ride to ya block slow as hell Look for you ******** than unload the shells A ***** get caught than please post bail Eastside to the homies in jail Know how it be that lonely as hell Full of turf that smokey cell You cookin it than you goin to hell I'm with a b***h in the front seat holdin the steal Doc, I'm so for real Move the candy ring to get the candy cane For them pretty Range Rover wheels
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:10 am
I'm stupid...and i'm a pest but..but i know i'm better then da rest/
I get money cain't you see/
I flaot like a butter fly sting like bee/
I aint ya buttler i aint ya slave/
b***h you betta go before i misbehave/
I don't rap,I don't spit,I just rhyme with a sinister pitch/
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 4:39 pm
Dirty-David I don't rap,I don't spit,I just rhyme with a sinister pitch/ Sounds like a weird nasty rash i once had Damn I'm glad it didn't get mad Make me tatter my skin until I saw I was dead My head, maybe, rollin' to the front Like my head got blown with a Smith & Wesson Maybe a lesson to keep not so blunt a weapon Reppin' Sea-Town, not Chica-go-go-go I've heard so much prejudice my head might explode They think I'm eroded, a dud, because I'm white But hate and sleep next to me, no wakey from nighty-night I'll put up a fight, but not with a strap I ain't a p***y, but front, I'll have you step back Away from the car, like my fist was a ********' alarm You'll ********' see stars, you head'll turn far You'll just see a bar like ya image was censored But none more of this, I'll only make things much tenser
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:18 pm
yah, u know me... maine. hold up hold up...
okay okay... ya boy gettin ******** da haterz, they thank they goin major
but they paper aint nothin to my paper
u know what i do? i stack my paper higher then ******** sky scrapperz
yah... i got money above da ******** millz...
s**t's noticeable dat ya boy got dem skillz...
said skillz... pay said billz
yah... n if u wanna go, we can go grill fa grill
then i can deepfry ya a** like a george foreman grill, fa real.
yah... n ya boy aint even luke warm yet...
so as soon as i heat up... imma press da tek ta ya neck
n pop ya a** str8 thru da ******** chest... told u p***y a** boyz dat dem vests save neckz.
yah... n i dont even need armor, imma natural-born armadillo,
roll unda ya crib... n penetrate u from beneath ya ******** w/ me... a have ya a** weepin like a ******** willow
so while u cryin like a lil hoe... i thought i'd just tell u so,
that's what u get fa ******** w/ dem hard a** negroz.
n dont call me role model... i aint no hero
but if u ever need me... im wherever da weed grow
yep... all u see me doin is smokin cali dro
imma be doin dat s**t from bout three ta fo
dont ******** up da rotation... or u gon make me have to kill a hoe
cuz i already reloaded da ******** forty-fo... dont make me unlock and unload on more of u silly mofoz... dig?
i'll leave u smokin like a ******** cig
beat u down backwards and have u laughed at by lil kids.
yah... so dont make me have to come where u live,
n im stressin this real big... cuz i got extra clips, fa ya right rib
yah... n fa ya death, only i got dibs
imma kill ya a**... n have ya a** bleed out dat 16oz bottle a Mr. Pibbz
EDIT: I did this while listen to the Instrumental; Get Em G - JR Writer
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 9:41 pm
yah... Face back in dis ********. u know what it is, b.. ay ay ay u know me... maine.
yah yah... now look ********, listen ta what i sayz/
talkin dat s**t *****... n u know i dont play/
get out da k b***h, n i spray away/
nah... i'll just pistol whip ya a** n leave ya dazed fa dayz/
yah... n me, im doin dis s**t fa my G-City/
so hoez... shut da ******** up, n getz down wit me/
cuz if u dont... I dont wanna even say/
lets just say... IcyHot wont even take da pain away/
yah... n if u niggaz still stress my mind/
all dats gonna be left a u niggaz, is blood n chalk outlinez/
maine... n im tired of sayin im da s**t/
im numba 1 ********... im da ******** piss/
yah... n im king of da ******** Mississeen/
fresh outta dat water, killin niggaz behind da scenez/
b... im tellin u im bout ready fa anything/
we can go toe ta toe, blow fa blow... i win by any means/
yah... cuz all i strive fa is ta win/
i aint religious ********... so im ready ta sin/
yah... hit em wit a one-liner, 1.2.3. pin/
my flow b***h slapped ya a**, like Barbie did Ken/
easily said as done, i W-I-N/
Did this to the Instrumental; Only One Way Up - Jim Jones f/ Juelz Santana
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:25 am
((Sorry I'm spamming a bit... i got all this s**t in my head, so may as well put it here. Right?)
yah yah, u know me... maine. Im back, lets do dis s**t. blam blam blam...
Im bout ta break out da breakout... n u show u hoez da way out/
U ******** up my score... so im bout to make ya death my payoff/
da tek'll flame ya up... til ya skin flakes off/
n dis is all ova some stupid s**t dat was said at da mall/
yah... n it left u wit 2 broke legz n 1 misplace jaw/
look... dont ******** wit niggaz like me/
we grip da tek, clap... n shellz penetrate u harder than HIV/
slam ya thru da water n leave ya dead fa da slaughter/
p***y a** *****... thats what ya get fa ******** wit my daughter/
next time... imma light u up n leave ya brighter than candelabraz/
make sure not ta hit u too hard... so ya panties dont follow what ya body swallow'd/
yah... n da blaze hit ya up fa dayz n left u where ya lay/
open up da newspaper... n guess what u see on da front page/ (blood blood blood ---)
Did this to the instrumental; One Blood - The Game
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:46 am
I'll cut you betta not come to close to me
Why you actin like you got be so scarey
You try to hit me and and beat yoa a** down
You wanna look at me and try to cry and try to frown
I'm so sick i'll beat a hick wit a stick
rip his tongue out,make em suck his own ******** d**k.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 11:21 am
I'm the underdog, underestimated,
everyone thinks they're, sicker
Pride comes before the fall
Arrogance just makes you land, quicker
But I'm not gonna act like I'm better than you
I'm actin big headed, wanting some respect for me to
I'm spitting heat,
the second hand smoke hurts your health it seems
Cos when I spit, it does damage to your self esteem
I'm explosive, so you can expect my rhymes
To blow a hole in your soul and wreck ya mind
The most hated, but I'll earn respect in time. Cos,
My bars up the levels like tetris lines
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Lucky Lucifer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:39 pm
U kno me, maiiiiine...
Yes *****... Face back up in dis b***h/
N since Face back... deez niggaz betta stop talkin s**t/(n if dey dont?)
s**t... all i gotta say is dont let ya lip slip/
let ya lip slip... n Face sinkin ya ******** ship/(sunk ya battleship *****)
sinkin ya ******** ship... mean lil homie takin a ******** dip/
datz some real g s**t... n i aint even a ******** crip/(real?)
yah... but i can still leave ya walkin wit a ******** limp/
so dont ******** wit me... unless ya wanna feel a ******** clip/(haha)
n my s**t... sound off loud like a ******** battle drum/
parapapum ya ******** eardrumz... n watch ya bleed thru ya tummy ******** wit me *****... u MUST be hella dumb/
choppa rock leave dem red dotz... n left ya lookin like ya had da mumpz/(heh heh)
yah... n i dont just kill, i leave niggaz bodiez left hunched in ******** guttin niggaz... i Texas chainsaw massacre limbz ta stumpz/(gruesome)
heh... n wit da movement, it dont even take me monthz/
i get my ******** dealz done... b4 itz time ta meet up fa lunch/(heh heh)
yah... Face aint ya ordinary super-villain/
even when it come ta bitchez... i dont do ordinary cop-a-feelin/(na talkin bout?)
round da butt, down n up... n thru a ******** loopty loop/
imma b-ball playa wit dat p***y... i shoot my basketball-d**k thru ya ******** it... im thru. niggaz... im so hard off da ward a vodka, maine. burning_eyes
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