ill make ur neckbone snap crackel and pop, ur crew are feinds smack, crack head and pot, u biting my shit, cuss uv been in wack battles alot,
of course i've been in whack battles, im new to this game. i could never be in in it for the money and fame. but i couldnt help the bite, im cant be to blame. im sorry my man, and i can deal with the shame. but please dont shatter and break my name. again, my sorrow, my attempt was lame. and now i know you're thinking "omg, i just came." ee. es. oh. kay. yeah im one in the same. get her in the sack, after i steal your dame. got you feeling heat, yeah, im bringing the flame. like i said im sorry for this. please dont defame... me.
break ur name? got death blows to shake ur frame, spittin satanic verses backwerd to awake the slain, relentless monsters that never ache or pain, that wanna taste ur brains, lookin for a face to maim, distort and torture, never thaught mankind would resort to slaughter,
zombies and boogeymen really scare me! yeah right, im the motherfucking realest o.g. ive got crosses and holy water. to stop the murder and slaughter. that you have cast upon me, you see. im a little catholic boy with a really strong faith. my god will save me, yeah, i really feel safe. he'll plague you with frogs. cant lick em cant stop them, yeah man ill end up on top with Him. yeah i pray everyday, on my way to work and school. and no im not using religion just to look cool. like Mr. T. I pity the fool. who just wont believe in God. you'll be just dead, under fresh sod? don't respond back, all you need to do is nod.
a zombie aint nothing to vegi and sketch 3 breakin into churches - mixing holy water with fresh pee replacing leaf tea on the shelf with green trees, comitting sins on the street with tins - no cfcs, maybe a green thumb, but definately not hippies - pots filled with soil, growin them trees from seeds, so please leave you cant even mc on pc screens, a dweeb like you belongs in movies scenes on blockbuster screens, use the same word twice still tight, its obseen my rhymes are cleaner than ya teef with listerine, shine and gleam the duo msytery team, with laser beams, you hope you never seen, leave now before i harvest ya inner speen, make pate, sell it in a cafe, its french cusine...
It's six o'clock, still too early to go and hit the bars fuck it, i'm too young, but old enough to see the difference, god i've been picked apart, flesh torn upon existing scars sickening art, kill my family and myself like i was chris benoit and only the lord knows i won't be first at the gate mostly from my seperation of the church and the state the state being my state of mind, and my aversion of faith merciful fate, i'll end up being burned at the stake ...some different type shit.
cereal killa? well ima murder ya wit flow lyrical blows so harsh ill lynch ya spirit like jim crow ive been pro in rhyme game, i shine like light shows i glow like ultraviolet lights shoved up ya pie hole i expose the fake and promote the real i appeal to hip-hoppers, ur like howie its no deal i seal the envalope on this game, i steal fame my steel frame dont budge, ya wifes pudge carries my heels name... NIKE
ive never been one to follow, although i do believe some say my soul is hollow, on a daily basis i deceive i breath in comfort and exhale greif i achieve demonic patches stiched upon my evil sleeves i weave an evil wreath and nail it to your neck i heave a hundred million meat cleavers at those pose a threat n those whos flows is wet, get my blessings to the fullest n those whos flows is dry, get a barretta full of bullets so push it and pull it, my tempor is like my faith its short like midget cowboys holdin rockets round they waist its been replaced with hate, although i wanna go to paradise i feel its just out of reach my rhymin its like a preacher speakin to a loaded pair of dice shakin em twice, n makein em role eyes snakes in the game, in the grass n in the grain, its all lies cant trust my own goverment and thats a damn shame cant trust my own mother cuz she mothered my brother cain but still im able to spill brains insane n spit flames but wat does it matter wen the devils shootin a 12 guage at paper plates holdin my name? wat does it matter wen i kno my ass will be served on satans platter? wat does it matter? say fuck it and proceed with greed, tryin make my pockets fatter. fuck religion, id rather be hip-hops pidgeon carring moving messages that'll never be forgivin dont mock me, im just rappin how im livin, dont respond with ur 2 cents cuz 2 shits is wat im givin.
your like a street sign stopping, putting you in the coffin, its you that im offing, dead like an 80 year old chronic coughin pneumonia, and particles of their lungs, farcicle when i rape ya gf with a shiney gun, suddenly now interested when she sees how im hung she dont even know what shes in for - fun, after im done ill ring up ya mum and get her ready to go str8 in the bum
Really you all gotta step up your rhymin' material I mean hell half of you now are talkin about cereal Over and over, it's recycled trash y'all can't even rhyme So why not make like a red octagon shaped sign and STOP None of the shit you spit is hot, I intrigue you in thought All I hear is chit chat, bullshit, and petty conversations I'm illa than a hospital full of sick and dyin' patients None of you can touch Sketch or Unconscious Why? Because all I hear when you kids talk is nonsense Gotta kid sayin' how he's the truest O.G. But he trusts in God, are you fucking kidding me? Ayo shouts to La Coka too shit was straight But the rest of you attempting to spit I pre-date Go ahead, I love it, call me a hater You recycle old rhymes you're an imitator Go ahead type out some wack shit in response I'll shakedown, I'm bringin the new era Renaissance Typin' tough on a keyboard so raw and vicious I got you hanging on my lines like a bunch of fishes Rhymes so delicious, when they gone you'll miss it
screaming at u like a unmanned israeli fighter jet burning on fire, youll soon feel the dire threat no regrets, just leechin buckets of salty pouring sweat and blood down ya face while i smoke my dirty cigarette, dirty like the mud, on heathens after the fictional flood, dirty like my mind, waiting to explode like a flower waiting to bud it aint you that i love, you lines are crap, you write duds, like car sales men with lemons that barely run and make thuds cunt, ill swoop real fast, like a S.A.S. troop on ya arse, im unsurpassed breaking your bones and leaving them in a cast, its you that i asked what you gonna do when your glassed and when i leave you passed lying suited up, at last in a expensive hole, what a fuckin laugh, guys with suits in hell like you dont get extra marks, just fire and sparks devils on your back cause you came in last....
i dont need to type a whole page to burn you. and i guess someone noticed that. but still my post got deleted. this shits wack.
all thick bitches, with shit lyrics, is fictitious, i spit vicious, by rhymes sharp enuff to cut bone marrow, and split tissue, be gratefull wen the high skunk bless ur crew, insted of letiing cigirets an booze, get the best of you, give me a blunt fuck special brew, my weed smoke will rip ur chest into, lungs exploadin in the kitchen, landing in the vestibule,
brotha from another mother, gettin' love from canada pop gats, stab *****s, you know i dont trust ya but homie sketch, keeping it real UK in this bitch, you know the deal beats kinda choppy, but my rhymes so sloppy said getting you higher than seeds from a poppy over this--> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BkqqYS3Sv4