straight illin bake in the days of the 9 8 ten years later its the radio music we hate underground hip hop is whats it all about bboy n emcees goin all out bombers tagging and busting throw ups catchin beef stampin foos gettin their fame ups djs cuttn n beatboxer boxin keeps it so real hypebeasts are trippin iono... hah
ha that stupid guero dont know shit... who do you think you are fukin with me this little pussy bitch dont know who i be saying i aint hood, bitch what do you call the SBC and please know your place, your a newbie because comparing you and me is like comparing a beast to a pussy and this aint a battle, cuz the pussy is scared bitch is shaking like a rattle, he aint never prepared aight no fake shit ima keep it real you shit is weak and it will never heal im like a starving shark looking for the kill and the only thing in sight is a canadian eel...
funny that you callin me the canadian eel shocked ya, killed ya, lookin for my next meal. you thought you won, but im comin back for the steal. first thing on ya list, buy yourself a lip seal. dont want you walkin back in my water cause this time ill perform a lyrical slaughter. you wanna talk comparison, lets talk who's hotter must be me, seein as i created your daughter. could only do it by fuckin ya bitch. she comes to me cause shes got an itch, ya cant scratch, leave you with stitches on the street with your buddy snitches. oh he spits about being a beast looks like hes never been to the east couldnt have been, or hed be long deceased. holla back when your flow increased.
If you want to battle me use your weapon but your ganna have to use it at your own descretion I gatta admit i got a confesion you may of beaten me by far but I'll tie you up to the back of my car Take a cross country trip after ten drinks at the bar cuz i be dropping shit like horses these rhymes will have your mind state split like devorces after the next few courses a little quick one may not be the best emcee but by far better then those mainstream fags haha
wow.... oh you wanna talk hotter? homie i'll bring that cali heat so i advice you to quit and take a seat we all know you take dick just like you take defeat down your throat and up straight up the ass just like your mom when she wanted you to pass and i was the teacher teaching the class but since your mom dome me up i didnt fail your dumbass and when she got home late, her excuse was she ran out of gas buts thats a lie because i was putting it in and out her ass im telling you she made my day when she made the dick blast oh yeah and when its comes to rhyming...son you been surpassed
yall dudes too busy day dreamin while big last stay schemin over ya girl face i spray semen son i flow like venom all yall fold like denim the god last shine like he got a strobe light in him yall behind of me i run more like betis its dinner time, but yall more like breakfast yea i talk type reckless murk emcees my a.r. sparks tails stay real slick, like avon barksdale cant test me, you got all false, fail bring ya crew get ya whole fam killed i shoot bitches too, like marlo stanfield even the doctor said "yea that mans ill"
Somebody call 911, and I ain't talkin bout Reno Puttin you fake MC's on trial like Lance Ito My life is like a mob movie, how im gettin "Dinero" In a limo with Joe Pesci, hittin up a casino Fuck a free-flow, I'll spit writtens all day You ain't got no excuse for being bitch, you all gay I chill on the internet, don't mean you won't catch me on stage It's like broadway, I'm killin you CATS with long blades I'll come rap at your birthday for a blunt and six bucks And I'll dissect the crowd, my verbal surgery's nip tuck I go to shows rockin gloves and stained aprons I stay faded, stealin medication from patients I travel the nation, performing face lifts in each state and... Send a message to the haters...I tell em keep on hatin You tell me just wait, and I just keep on waitin You talk so hard, but you just keep on fakin How long I gotta wait yo? I'm getting impatient Nevermind that...If you get my message...erase it
if i were a pen, id bleed ink brutally destroy perfect papers and cross words crutially give ideas, spark your train of thought develope destinies, grasp goals that were once sought id feed ur mental soul, ignite creativity id make your brain bubble, create identity so if i was a pen, you kno wat id do id give ya thought process somethin to pursue ...get at me real talk
its a joke you refer to yourself as a teacher cause youre a lil slow, learning aint one of ya features. and all ya rhymes are about takin it in the ass maybe you werent a teacher, but a professer in that class. dont got much to say about your whack flow youre embarassing yourself, dont please dont rap no mo. look at what you say, all your rhymes end the same. my raps arent on a leash, they cant be tamed. you freestyle like you done been raped as a kid as soon as i started to type all the smart people hid. next time you come back try to rap a little better and its the canadian eel, just getting even wetter.
this was dope. copy n paste 2 bars i thought of while driving home. even if i never heard of you, wont hesitate to murder you ill flip, and rip your top off like a convertible im crazy with a burner yo, my aim is fuckin surgical i ain't no fake gangsta, when i shoot, i hold it vertical
ima natural born plumber, ya veins are the pipes lyrically i inject drain-o, towards your brain, no time to fight your fidgeting kills u faster, so slow down your breaths slip in and out of consciousness like myths of lockness? (haha im high so dnt even ask...) care to guess wats next, to come out my mouth from floating mind, im a cannibal ill eat you like fat kids eat pork rinds hahaha aite im done too high for this.
when i give you lemons, i leave hoers head spinning, plenty juice to swim in, plenty of women to spit in,
u see my mouth is colder than boulders embeded in glaciers eraser of minds, im equivalent to venom shots n lead chasers you cant fuck wit my vocabulary, my minds a first placer ur just a slower paced racer, a problem bout to facer
flippin scripts to get chips, been there, the kid done it. now im more concerned with how to turn two into six hundered. thats two thirds my revenue, two birds, im lettin you nigggaz know the deal, i say two words and theres lead in you. ill take a kilo and turn it into a grip quick. eating burritos and learning to have a pik nik. hahhahahha i give up.
la cokhaiena... unconscious is an addicted animal addicted to them flows, on the mic he is a cannibal he eats emcees, make sure my point is understandible rips off they mandible, expands they lungs with gas thats highly flammable edit: la cokahyena is wat i ment ty gf spellcheck
yo unconscious get off yer honches this the real shots *****s dont dodge this i got bullets spillin out killin punk rappers you never heard about i got murderin weapons ***** quit steppin the gunpowder is loaded so getoutta my vision i'm fuckin ready to blow off your circumcision HIPHOP