just stop please its embaressing. ur stuff dosnt rhyme. its not even wack. wack is when it makes sense but its just not good, ur stuff is beyond wack
noodle face? spray your ass with mace/ lace up my dunks and head to the slums/ drums heard round the world, for its me/ the wickest emcee, viciously walking with steez/ dont need to beef, for im the illest of all/ call the cops motherfucker, before you get shot and fall/ brawl with me, big mistake.. you'll see/ draw ur weapon fast, or ull be missing teeth/ breach in the corridors scream the police/ i teach the war lords how to kill and preach/ remember my name, for im here to stay/ like korn but more, hardcore like porn..
bitch u just a noodleface. think u rule the place, sum kinda retard used to work on force, but he blew the case lol im bord
ill spit one before taken a nap you awake me, the hmmer will hit the bullet..CLAP dont start shit with a sleeping bare ill be rubben your women vag, there better be no hair down there dont stare at us man, thats rude what i say in my rhymes is awalys crude just accept it man, you know yous awalys benn be a fool when im done spiten, youll be a veggy, all you can do is drewl this is one for the books and another for the crooks dont be given that sass, or them ditry looks i just owned you man, you know what thay say about them fakeass shooks!
i hear my home calling, wanna get back to brawlin the country born in, can hear my home callin maybe if i go to sleep ill be back in the mornin reminisce as i sit scrawling, i hear my home callin wanna be back to the brawlin back in the mornin i hear my home callin screams a fire arms screech a car alarms ill forever reach when i kno i cant viscous like the streets of lebanon minds fatigued, its a mental marathon its been so long, cant sleep without the sirens miss tha sensless violence hate the silence - temptin my eyelids, homes is where my life is heads alyways down - hands where my nife is it shudn be like this, livin life without the game without the play, yeah man it sounds great but then ya never win, ya stuck in the same repetitive cycle actin like a sedative, man i cant stay - sain fact im goin stir crazy, sumone fuckin save me cause lately i been gettin real fuckin bored waitin tryin real hard not to floor dese haters cant wait till im at the border with my fingers up sayin see you the fuck laters.. cunts i hear my home calling, wanna get back to brawlin the country born in, can hear my home callin maybe if i go to sleep ill be back in the mornin reminisce as i sit scrawling, hear my home callin wanna be back to the brawlin back in the mornin i hear my home callin wanna be back to the brawlin back in the mornin, hear my home callin back in the day, i remember wen me n skelta wud blaze you amateurs smoke nightly - bruv we took days or kochin out with eddy - kainin a doob chattin shit n spittin SICK to a hell of a tune joe josh n matt, always ready for the blunt, ain ever take shit no from no muggy cunt, n that was dat, back in the days, bruv fuckin hell theres just too many stories that i could tell, grass is always greener on the other side, im findin that hard to beleive standin on this side i miss the people, n fuckin hell i miss the weed too i miss the laughs an the nights that id have with my crew i miss the petty crimes that paid dimes i miss the times me n ed would take treks n rhyme i miss the good times, bruv im tellin u, it aint right survivin like this.. man i miss my life.. im so sick of bein home sick its hopeless thats why i wrote this flow its to reminisce n i know its been wot like a whole year now dunno if my fam even remember im here now the kid widout a gravestone, da forgotton sole its been to long away from home, i dont understand the reasoning behind this man someones pushed the stop button on my life n its wank i hear my home calling, wanna get back to brawlin the country born in, can hear my home callin maybe if i go to sleep ill be back in the mornin reminisce as i sit scrawling, hear my home callin wanna be back to the brawlin back in the mornin i hear my home callin wanna be back to the brawlin back in the mornin, hear my home callin jus wanna let ya kno ya kno, im still here boys mate smoke a blunt fa me, cause ill be back soon yeh im countin da days, macks back summer 08 its gunna be mental boys trust me, yeah
sketch 3 is funny, sumoe is funny, yall kids are so funnyyyyyyy hahaha like do you really think i give a fuck about all the wack shit your saying? i mean, this is fucken internet bitches, i dont give a damn about what the fuck your saying!! if you get hit by a car, ill prolly never going to know it, your whole familly could get rape, but im not even going to care a second about all the shit your saying cause the only thing you know about me is, im fron montreal and im laughin hard at allll of you so peace, and dont forget if you die, im prolly not even going to know it!
if you a sleepin bear, then im that fool at weed spot, with the gold locks, run up in ur house while i hold glocks, screamin''bitch weres the porridge'' damn this busines gory, wait, wernt ther 3 bears in this story?, that means thers 2 more dead, dont make me put a bullet thru ur forhead, ull get capped up like a crip if he wore red, bitch ill call for gretal, who packs a beretta, for that witch who boiled her brother with a ketal, not seriouse i was only joking around
uno, dos, three go ahead gangsta and smoke that tree your the most generic cat that iv ever seen ill spit back, and youll hit the ground youll run im feer, when you hear im in town watch out man, im commen after you the croud will split as i walk through an i know its not your falt your the thrid i bet sketch1 and 2 were way better then you but its ok, im a very forgiving cat just make sure when you come to my crib, you wipe your feet on the mat cuz i dont now of you dirt in my place bitch, you look at me, dont you cover your face well i guess it cool, cuz i just finshed you spit again, ill just cme back at you... haha im very bad, but is fun....no beef friend
first off learn how to spell always now go and stand in your doorway, fuck you clowney cake im bringing an earthquake, talk bout shooks my shit'll shake and rock your foundation your heart starts pacing and your mind starts racing, the skill that your facing has got you disgracing........your crew lol
cause bombing science is actually a montreal forum, and people who live in montreal, see my shit and i dont give a shit about yall lost american bitches and sketch 3- your such an african emo... go cut your vein kid
all he's doing is just trying to piss everyone off. so just ignore his wack ass. he is sitting there saying "blah blah blah, its the internet" and then he comes back 10 mins later and talks more shit. it's like a big circle of retardation.