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 Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 5:09 pm
wormman84 this "fish bait" is about to flip this food chain rap s**t upside down/ I'ma put you to the ground and put me on a pedistal with a crown/ see, I'm used to people sayin' s**t 'bout my name, but frankly I don't care/ 'cause you might be able to talk, but in the end, who's got all the warfare?/ I'm able to put those whack a** bars you drop and send them right back at you/ and I can take that lyrical gun you got and pop a line right back at you/ but let me tell you something, thinking is not my thing and that's why I do freestyle/ 'cause in freestyle, it's all for free and you don't use your mind, but your opponent's file/ see, this deceased worm doesn't only have diseases, but a few more tricks under the skin/ so I'll just bite the living s**t out of ya and then lyrically kill you like a soul with sin/ I will never bow down to someone lower than me, especially this b*****d/ 'cause the only thing he's good for is target practice or for a dirty sanchez with diarea terds/ so the Outlaw is waterproof, I still got lyrics that spit blazing fire/ and there isn't any fireman today so you betta turn that skin into fireproof or retire/ nice rhyme, now lets get back to reality The only crown you wear is for king of homosexuality whack a** bars, well if you must say so least i aint talking through my s**t, atleast i gotta flow my s**t compared to yours is beyond incredible call it surgery when i get ******** medical oh and my d**k aint edible So remove your lips, and let it go you on yo knees only cuz Outlaw says so Never had a choice you ******** lesbo So back up and tremble Cuz I will let these metaphorical bullets go And they will make bullet holes Inside your thick a** skull You claim freestyling is the type of s**t that you on You mean free-writing, cuz that s**t sucks more d**k than your mom Hit me wit that fire, fireman, ima let it burn They must call you the man of worms Cuz your skinny, pink, slimy and full of germs Or is that the description of your p***s? The opposite of mine, one of the cleanest Cuz your mom keeps it wet and fiending And you still steadily dreaming Of being like Outlaw, and wut he got Worm's rhymes are wut he eats, decayed rot He loaded up the lyrical gun, and got shot Funnier than a virgin-smoker smoking chronic pot Worm, your soft rhymes will never ever be able to shush me I ******** bitches, and get lyrically attacked by worms, im surrounded by p***y Either one of them never seem to get enough But either way they both getting ******** getting it, and that p***y getting poked I use worm to make me laugh, my favorite joke So full of rhymes, I let the s**t flow Like diaherra coming out my a*****e Wormman, you ain't even enough for dinner, you the side coleslaw Ima orthodox fighter, but Im willing to risk it with southpaw Keep running yo mouth, Ima break yo jaw You ain't ******** wit tha outlaw
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:31 pm
for someone I don't know, you got skills on that mic that I didn't realize/
but for now, you the enemy and I'm gonna go nuke you like how I blow your mom up with my size/
and when my damage is done, it's done and the medics can't do s**t/
'cause when the doctors see my lyrics, they fall over and have a fit/
not because my rhymes are whack, how about replaying my dominance once more/
so that you look up one the scoreboard and you see unrecognized talent times four/
you can't talk s**t about sucking dicks 'cause all you do is dickride 'till dawn/
but all my lyrics do is be reborn in my mind like unlimited respawn/
so why should I tremble, I got God mode on plus you know my style/
I'll leave my house and you ******** front me, but I always got my lyrical 40 cal/
so I can bust any of you ******** that think they can match up or show up/
well here's the first mistake, you showed up and now you'll be suckin' p***s through a pump/
'cause not one tooth will stay in, and maybe you'll leave with one ear/
but until then, listen closer 'cause you never know when teeth will tear something you hold dear/
when I freeflow, I'm a tsunami, lettin' the mind stay clear and making tons of havick/
but when I'm in a battle, I'm all over this lyrical map like on a football field with Vick/
let's see, man, when you gonna learn that the name s**t is gettin' old/
might as well put on that fake belt of jokes a place for the folds/
'cause my rhymes are where you come up short and with too many blanks/
you rhyme has just been nuclear missiled and bombed on by my Latin american tanks/
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:40 pm
wormman84 for someone I don't know, you got skills on that mic that I didn't realize/ but for now, you the enemy and I'm gonna go nuke you like how I blow your mom up with my size/ and when my damage is done, it's done and the medics can't do s**t/ 'cause when the doctors see my lyrics, they fall over and have a fit/ not because my rhymes are whack, how about replaying my dominance once more/ so that you look up one the scoreboard and you see unrecognized talent times four/ you can't talk s**t about sucking dicks 'cause all you do is dickride 'till dawn/ but all my lyrics do is be reborn in my mind like unlimited respawn/ so why should I tremble, I got God mode on plus you know my style/ I'll leave my house and you ******** front me, but I always got my lyrical 40 cal/ so I can bust any of you ******** that think they can match up or show up/ well here's the first mistake, you showed up and now you'll be suckin' p***s through a pump/ 'cause not one tooth will stay in, and maybe you'll leave with one ear/ but until then, listen closer 'cause you never know when teeth will tear something you hold dear/ when I freeflow, I'm a tsunami, lettin' the mind stay clear and making tons of havick/ but when I'm in a battle, I'm all over this lyrical map like on a football field with Vick/ let's see, man, when you gonna learn that the name s**t is gettin' old/ might as well put on that fake belt of jokes a place for the folds/ 'cause my rhymes are where you come up short and with too many blanks/ you rhyme has just been nuclear missiled and bombed on by my Latin american tanks/ this man is crying cuz i keep getting at his name and he speaks about life like he's playing a video game i laugh at you cuz you think you hype but when s**t comes down to it, you don't get extra lives one man, one turn, one try hang your head and cry I am the lyrical genocide Spit so much killa s**t, ill help you commmit suicide Run my mouf, till the flow runs dry Serve it to you like you was eating Rye Hit you once in your nose, and twice in your eye Peel your cap, and blow your mind rest in peace, the worm man bury him deep within the sand Cut him fast, and watch him bleed The silly ******** tried a real G Don't he know, I know killas that do the killing for me So i ain't ever gotta go to the court n plea Unless it's homicide conspiracy But anyways, worm open your mouth for me And let me drop my balls in like a bag of tea i wanna see you beg for mercy i hope that your thirsty Cuz I filled up my clip ready to give you a sip magnified to amplify the burn targeted straight at this nasty worm cant wait till i see him squirm and theres the lesson to be learned
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 5:07 pm
OutlawShadow wormman84 for someone I don't know, you got skills on that mic that I didn't realize/ but for now, you the enemy and I'm gonna go nuke you like how I blow your mom up with my size/ and when my damage is done, it's done and the medics can't do s**t/ 'cause when the doctors see my lyrics, they fall over and have a fit/ not because my rhymes are whack, how about replaying my dominance once more/ so that you look up one the scoreboard and you see unrecognized talent times four/ you can't talk s**t about sucking dicks 'cause all you do is dickride 'till dawn/ but all my lyrics do is be reborn in my mind like unlimited respawn/ so why should I tremble, I got God mode on plus you know my style/ I'll leave my house and you ******** front me, but I always got my lyrical 40 cal/ so I can bust any of you ******** that think they can match up or show up/ well here's the first mistake, you showed up and now you'll be suckin' p***s through a pump/ 'cause not one tooth will stay in, and maybe you'll leave with one ear/ but until then, listen closer 'cause you never know when teeth will tear something you hold dear/ when I freeflow, I'm a tsunami, lettin' the mind stay clear and making tons of havick/ but when I'm in a battle, I'm all over this lyrical map like on a football field with Vick/ let's see, man, when you gonna learn that the name s**t is gettin' old/ might as well put on that fake belt of jokes a place for the folds/ 'cause my rhymes are where you come up short and with too many blanks/ you rhyme has just been nuclear missiled and bombed on by my Latin american tanks/ this man is crying cuz i keep getting at his name and he speaks about life like he's playing a video game i laugh at you cuz you think you hype but when s**t comes down to it, you don't get extra lives one man, one turn, one try hang your head and cry I am the lyrical genocide Spit so much killa s**t, ill help you commmit suicide Run my mouf, till the flow runs dry Serve it to you like you was eating Rye Hit you once in your nose, and twice in your eye Peel your cap, and blow your mind rest in peace, the worm man bury him deep within the sand Cut him fast, and watch him bleed The silly ******** tried a real G Don't he know, I know killas that do the killing for me So i ain't ever gotta go to the court n plea Unless it's homicide conspiracy But anyways, worm open your mouth for me And let me drop my balls in like a bag of tea i wanna see you beg for mercy i hope that your thirsty Cuz I filled up my clip ready to give you a sip magnified to amplify the burn targeted straight at this nasty worm cant wait till i see him squirm and theres the lesson to be learned erry budy afraid to rap against outlaw they be thinkin hes hardcore and snortin that raw dawg talkin bout gats and guns like he got em i bet you a quarter oz that he aint even shot one aint even got one and i bet his moms a nun sayin i pledge alligence to the flag motha ******** this kid talks like hes a f** aint wana spit if u aint got no s**t i be slangin dimes out on tha corner so i can take a s**t if u know what that mean then u know how i live this s**t where im from b real and thats ittt
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:12 pm
Ace[of]SpadeS erry budy afraid to rap against outlaw they be thinkin hes hardcore and snortin that raw dawg talkin bout gats and guns like he got em i bet you a quarter oz that he aint even shot one aint even got one and i bet his moms a nun sayin i pledge alligence to the flag motha ******** this kid talks like hes a f** aint wana spit if u aint got no s**t i be slangin dimes out on tha corner so i can take a s**t if u know what that mean then u know how i live this s**t where im from b real and thats ittt No gun?i think you'd be saying sumtin different when u see my fo-tee-fo It's real, chrome, and loves when the trigger's pulled Means someone's life line is about to hit zero Once the hollows go, and the blood flows The guns go BANG, spade falls down folded ***** pissed his pants n the gun wasnt even loaded Oh I dont do white, only retards stick s**t up their noses. Spade's a crip, well thats pretty cool. I know niggas under the blue flag, but I also know Bloods that killa crip too. Dimes aint s**t. So quit jawing out yo teeth. Touch some premo, or an 8-ball, then holla at me. From one Midwest soulja to anotha In arms, we are brothas But in this rap s**t, you're no friend of me You stand there as my enemy And I make sure my enemies are deleted They spit their lil rhymes, till their lyrical bullshit is depleted I laugh, cuz you feel you been cheated Step on yo face, and spit on the defeated Leave muah ******** in their chest, heated Suck on their girls tits, like i was teethin Grab the bag, and smoke some more weed n' Put my ashes out on yo d**k fiendin Mutha ******** pussies Tryin to push me s**t, I push back After the 1st attack And I dont need a ghat To make your skull crack But I do got one, wanna test that? Bullets make your blood splat And your heart flat- Line, step in ace of spades or should I say ace of fags i shot my s**t, now heres the ball back- wutchu gonna do wit it? outlaw ain't no kid, and i got the mutha ******** nuts to prove it
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:39 pm
OutlawShadow Ace[of]SpadeS erry budy afraid to rap against outlaw they be thinkin hes hardcore and snortin that raw dawg talkin bout gats and guns like he got em i bet you a quarter oz that he aint even shot one aint even got one and i bet his moms a nun sayin i pledge alligence to the flag motha ******** this kid talks like hes a f** aint wana spit if u aint got no s**t i be slangin dimes out on tha corner so i can take a s**t if u know what that mean then u know how i live this s**t where im from b real and thats ittt No gun?i think you'd be saying sumtin different when u see my fo-tee-fo It's real, chrome, and loves when the trigger's pulled Means someone's life line is about to hit zero Once the hollows go, and the blood flows The guns go BANG, spade falls down folded ***** pissed his pants n the gun wasnt even loaded Oh I dont do white, only retards stick s**t up their noses. Spade's a crip, well thats pretty cool. I know niggas under the blue flag, but I also know Bloods that killa crip too. Dimes aint s**t. So quit jawing out yo teeth. Touch some premo, or an 8-ball, then holla at me. From one Midwest soulja to anotha In arms, we are brothas But in this rap s**t, you're no friend of me You stand there as my enemy And I make sure my enemies are deleted They spit their lil rhymes, till their lyrical bullshit is depleted I laugh, cuz you feel you been cheated Step on yo face, and spit on the defeated Leave muah ******** in their chest, heated Suck on their girls tits, like i was teethin Grab the bag, and smoke some more weed n' Put my ashes out on yo d**k fiendin Mutha ******** pussies Tryin to push me s**t, I push back After the 1st attack And I dont need a ghat To make your skull crack But I do got one, wanna test that? Bullets make your blood splat And your heart flat- Line, step in ace of spades or should I say ace of fags i shot my s**t, now heres the ball back- wutchu gonna do wit it? outlaw ain't no kid, and i got the mutha ******** nuts to prove it Oh no man that really hurt Seriously my feelings is worked As if I was retarded and you gave me a knife Wishin I had some better rhymes cuz I got a life Nah but fo real you are a little better I aint gonna deny it But if you wana talk lip go ahead and try it Its hard to tell whos real or not But when we do u kno whos gettin shot You afraid to do blow cuz it gets up your nose? Afraid to get your feet wet or just maybe your toes? C'mon man you know how it is If you smoke that sticky you gots ta hav soem els Oh and dont dis my name dawg thats just wrong Like last night what I did that involved a thong and your mom I know we in the same place man So enough with the haste man Imma have to get in yo face man Space man callin me sayin Ace is da man You prolly play wit dolls like "oh my im a barbie" Well you can buy this vaped s**t n have a tea party "You push me, I push you back" But I push weight dawg whatchu kno bout that?
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:09 pm
Ace-of-spades? I'll leave you placed-in-graves
Lyrics'll penetrate ya body, leave him laced-with-aids
And it's safe-to-say,compared to me? you're much less-than
So It's easy to explode this card,like im an X-man
He's pathetic, his verses? I just read em then forget it
an he's quick to suck a d**k like students needin extra credit( xd )
Leave him screamin for a medic
have him feelin krispy while I'm creamin on him--get it?( rofl )
((Nuthin personal))
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:19 am
A yo silver spider
I've heard of white people tryina be black
But with you its on the reverse side of the plaque.
I dont know why you do what you do,
Come at me homie im comin back at you.
Your s**t wasnt even offensive,
After im done spittin youre gonna be runnin like you was OJ Simpson.
Man if you got some beef with me you might as well say it,
Cuz when I grab my AK its like im taggin somethin, I spray it.
My name is ace aka ace of spades,
And if you ever caught n see my name homie turn the page.
You better get to mass and start prayin,
Kneel down kiss the ground and hope I aint K'in.
I aint suckin no d**k man I aint no f*****t,
Youre a gangster? You roll with Jamey kennedy and Bob sagget.
You see me im alot diffrent from you kid,
I aint afraid of s**t,
I aint afraid of death,
only thing I might be afraid of is your stinky a** breath.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 11:42 pm
Ace[of]SpadeS A yo silver spider I've heard of white people tryina be black But with you its on the reverse side of the plaque. I dont know why you do what you do, Come at me homie im comin back at you. Your s**t wasnt even offensive, After im done spittin youre gonna be runnin like you was OJ Simpson. Man if you got some beef with me you might as well say it, Cuz when I grab my AK its like im taggin somethin, I spray it. My name is ace aka ace of spades, And if you ever caught n see my name homie turn the page. You better get to mass and start prayin, Kneel down kiss the ground and hope I aint K'in. I aint suckin no d**k man I aint no f*****t, Youre a gangster? You roll with Jamey kennedy and Bob sagget. You see me im alot diffrent from you kid, I aint afraid of s**t, I aint afraid of death, only thing I might be afraid of is your stinky a** breath. My dad taught me your lines.. believe me that's old This ain't Ice T's School of Rap GTFO You see me? Just Go... or get reverse OK'd You that it's mine so just don't run in place Understand that you will get a gun in face I'm old school you'll get a medievel London MaseA vintage me would have you get a wrench to the arm From off of the top of my throne... ethereal zones!!
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:11 pm
C Teezy Ace[of]SpadeS A yo silver spider I've heard of white people tryina be black But with you its on the reverse side of the plaque. I dont know why you do what you do, Come at me homie im comin back at you. Your s**t wasnt even offensive, After im done spittin youre gonna be runnin like you was OJ Simpson. Man if you got some beef with me you might as well say it, Cuz when I grab my AK its like im taggin somethin, I spray it. My name is ace aka ace of spades, And if you ever caught n see my name homie turn the page. You better get to mass and start prayin, Kneel down kiss the ground and hope I aint K'in. I aint suckin no d**k man I aint no f*****t, Youre a gangster? You roll with Jamey kennedy and Bob sagget. You see me im alot diffrent from you kid, I aint afraid of s**t, I aint afraid of death, only thing I might be afraid of is your stinky a** breath. My dad taught me your lines.. believe me that's old This ain't Ice T's School of Rap GTFO You see me? Just Go... or get reverse OK'd You that it's mine so just don't run in place Understand that you will get a gun in face I'm old school you'll get a medievel London MaseA vintage me would have you get a wrench to the arm From off of the top of my throne... ethereal zones!! You do understand your s**t didnt rhyme This is rapping so slow down and take your time. C be thinking he can knock me out But when he throws a punch i duck and he gets socked in the mouth. I aint got nothin against you man but dont make me You talkin about bullshit all the time because its easy. Dont bring a knife to a gun battle or your a**'ll get capped, Keep your s**t outta here before your neck gets snapped. If you dont stop talkin s**t ill leave you dead, Youll be resting in peices, 6 feet under, casket over yo head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 11:19 pm
talk about a run on sentence,
you got it.
let me ya schoolin progress,
retarted.
your ace's been spade.
you'll never be made.
with the words i've less spoken,
look, just look, at the cards that i played.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 2:10 am
razoR_funK talk about a run on sentence, you got it. let me ya schoolin progress, retarted. your ace's been spade. you'll never be made. with the words i've less spoken, look, just look, at the cards that i played. ZOMG! we got a retard! Sofa King... whew... see lawd... I never wanna hurt these kinds of ppl you know that But a beat down I think I at least owe that... How about it? Whats that? FINISH HIM! Damn!.. aight then.. how about this then... KRS One in ya sig... but you in last place Talking all this s**t... *sniffs* you'se an assface! Notice how the grammer works... I used an A Then the N came... kinda like when I spray The end comes... all in your face... Which kinda like a** in shape like Peter's chin My flow is something rhyming wit "nine" subtract an N Too lazy for that E... I'll just leave it at fin!
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:17 pm
C Teezy razoR_funK talk about a run on sentence, you got it. let me ya schoolin progress, retarted. your ace's been spade. you'll never be made. with the words i've less spoken, look, just look, at the cards that i played. ZOMG! we got a retard! Sofa King... whew... see lawd... I never wanna hurt these kinds of ppl you know that But a beat down I think I at least owe that... How about it? Whats that? FINISH HIM! Damn!.. aight then.. how about this then... KRS One in ya sig... but you in last place Talking all this s**t... *sniffs* you'se an assface! Notice how the grammer works... I used an A Then the N came... kinda like when I spray The end comes... all in your face... Which kinda like a** in shape like Peter's chin My flow is something rhyming wit "nine" subtract an N Too lazy for that E... I'll just leave it at fin! Teezy, pickin on the weak kids, it's sad to see You ******** vulture,whole flow was a catastrophy I'm laughin Teez, Desperate f*****t used the "Sofa" line Thas how I know your words,s**t, they ain't close to mine The flow's divine, matta fact Im a lyrical criminal so sublime when I rap, but what you spit is subliminalLeave it as fin? this ish was over from the first-bar-kid Actually, ya s**t was over 'fore my verse-started C-Teezy, B-Lieve me and stay the ******** in B-ham Listen and you'll B-lucky that you ain't catchin a B-Down ((BeatDown, you stupid ******** stick to puttin them beats down, but don't pick up a mic
and don't put up a fight, Cause I will put out ya lights
(( Whas Good Teezy mrgreen ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:40 pm
SilverSpyder C Teezy ZOMG! we got a retard! Sofa King... whew... see lawd... I never wanna hurt these kinds of ppl you know that But a beat down I think I at least owe that... How about it? Whats that? FINISH HIM! Damn!.. aight then.. how about this then... KRS One in ya sig... but you in last place Talking all this s**t... *sniffs* you'se an assface! Notice how the grammer works... I used an A Then the N came... kinda like when I spray The end comes... all in your face... Which kinda like a** in shape like Peter's chin My flow is something rhyming wit "nine" subtract an N Too lazy for that E... I'll just leave it at fin! Teezy, pickin on the weak kids, it's sad to see You ******** vulture,whole flow was a catastrophy I'm laughin Teez, Desperate f*****t used the "Sofa" line Thas how I know your words,s**t, they ain't close to mine The flow's divine, matta fact Im a lyrical criminal so sublime when I rap, but what you spit is subliminalLeave it as fin? this ish was over from the first-bar-kid Actually, ya s**t was over 'fore my verse-started C-Teezy, B-Lieve me and stay the ******** in B-ham Listen and you'll B-lucky that you ain't catchin a B-Down ((BeatDown, you stupid ******** stick to puttin them beats down, but don't pick up a mic
and don't put up a fight, Cause I will put out ya lights
(( Whas Good Teezy mrgreen ))Put out my lights? But I'm a torch how you stopping me? This is mocking me? Wow see.. this is shocking me Come on.. this is mine now... you gotta hand it to me The way I cross you up it's like I branded ya Tee You're e... I'm in al.. in all the world's business Capricious with ya wishes you still at home doing dishes Pi-Ceaz is gone... see how I'm drowning fish Just with my breath my foes hop out of my flow... whoa! (What up SS?)
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:01 pm
C Teezy SilverSpyder C Teezy ZOMG! we got a retard! Sofa King... whew... see lawd... I never wanna hurt these kinds of ppl you know that But a beat down I think I at least owe that... How about it? Whats that? FINISH HIM! Damn!.. aight then.. how about this then... KRS One in ya sig... but you in last place Talking all this s**t... *sniffs* you'se an assface! Notice how the grammer works... I used an A Then the N came... kinda like when I spray The end comes... all in your face... Which kinda like a** in shape like Peter's chin My flow is something rhyming wit "nine" subtract an N Too lazy for that E... I'll just leave it at fin! Teezy, pickin on the weak kids, it's sad to see You ******** vulture,whole flow was a catastrophy I'm laughin Teez, Desperate f*****t used the "Sofa" line Thas how I know your words,s**t, they ain't close to mine The flow's divine, matta fact Im a lyrical criminal so sublime when I rap, but what you spit is subliminalLeave it as fin? this ish was over from the first-bar-kid Actually, ya s**t was over 'fore my verse-started C-Teezy, B-Lieve me and stay the ******** in B-ham Listen and you'll B-lucky that you ain't catchin a B-Down ((BeatDown, you stupid ******** stick to puttin them beats down, but don't pick up a mic
and don't put up a fight, Cause I will put out ya lights
(( Whas Good Teezy mrgreen ))Put out my lights? But I'm a torch how you stopping me? This is mocking me? Wow see.. this is shocking me Come on.. this is mine now... you gotta hand it to me The way I cross you up it's like I branded ya Tee You're e... I'm in al.. in all the world's business Capricious with ya wishes you still at home doing dishes Pi-Ceaz is gone... see how I'm drowning fish Just with my breath my foes hop out of my flow... whoa! (What up SS?)
Now im the survivor of this ish so give me my 99.9 Grand...
Aight well ur flows nice so imma let it float its aight jus dont Boast..
I keep it interesting like a secret recipe so u keep eatin this Roast...
We went to suviving the island to eating a roast its the whole Shablam!!
The kids got more issues then The Source like giving it to the Man...(gay joke)
Hes got what every gay man wants hes their main source GOD DAMN!!!
BLAH! not feelin this at all meh w.e
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