i smash mass booty like mang every hour i slap so hard they crumble like the twin tours my hoochie named bitch calls me mr Laden cuz i wont let her walk without a fuckin turban this man haz many hoes many holes i rule with a hand of steel wich i fist in their bunghole steel my hoe and ima show u a world of pain i rock the ak like the mofo max payne bomb this mike like my buday taliban livin for tomorrow is my number one plan
yellow haze ima agree with evidence look at you, aint even worth 6 cents murder you live, what a 10 years badly spent i outspit you 100 percent no chance in this battle like a fist against cement
A colabo with small time and myself....small time first then me. A deadly force comes swoopin' down on Yellow Haze/ Be afraid, no gods gonna help no matter how much your pray/ Run away, if you can, think your faster then my projectiles?/ Wreck the child, make him respect this style/ I feel kinda bad cutting him down for acting stupidly/ Dissin' a kid who's not even gone through puberty/ I've had hairs on my sac attack more violently then this youngin/ Talkin' how he's in the club and he's ultra thuggin/ Homie needs to sit down and shut up, these is grown folks talkin/ Spit bullets leave you riddled, spine injured, you crippled, no longer walkin/ And it could have all been prevented if you had known your place and stayed/ Oh, yeah, and the world doesn't accept you.. Because you're gay/ Speeking of your homosexuality, that fact is you cant battle me me and small time are fedup with this shit, cant you see? its a known fact that you cant compeat, you aint no king and you got no crown you keep commin at us, like the alchemist beat, we'll hold you down everything you say is from your old rhymes, if you can all them that your shit just dont make seince G, like a white kid from the burbs packin a gat im done with this beef you have with this all of us on this thread you still call momy over when you need help to butter your beread? your nothing but a silly kid with writtin down shitty lyrics get the fuck out of here man, we simply dont want to hear it so come back if you want to be embarassed some more we will rip you apart again, and leave you mentaly sore. nice shit small time, we'll do a better one with tamp too.
I feel kinda bad cutting him down for acting stupidly/ Dissin' a kid who's not even gone through puberty/ LOL
can i fuckin get some? know what im saying? You better stang a new life, yellow haze turned red, whoop your ass in your nightmares, have you wettin' yo bed im addicted to pussy , money and weed smoke a fat blunt , b-l-u-n-t i keep my shit on the DL, your bullshit, got to stop now, you writin' this shit meanwhile, your girl is out there, gettin' down kid , it looks like youve had too much attention i put the tension wrench in, picklock the doors to hip hop, with my pen shit all that rapping thing was really a bad attempt and your name doesnt even deserve to be mentionned if youd like we could hang , i mean literallly i'd tie the knot-you twitchin, gaggin' in agony, i'm keeping my whole soldiers family in back of me, and they all dressed in black, cause see, they know what's gon happen, and in case you are not listening its yellow haze's funeral i spit bomb shit like nitroglycerin say my motherfuckin name
DaBluntHead, that was pretty tight man! time for Small Time Floetry Corner. freestyle haiku, made especially for Haze, i hate you so much. feel free to e-snap your e-fingers.
I rhyme with haikus, in tight crews...A modern day mozart who might lose, these fights dudes! im tight too! i swear im the best, put a tear in your chest, dive in ya hive..im that bear in a nest, embarrased? well yes! i hardly make sense, my hearts taken dents while starting to vent, in jail while im camping...my bars are intense! (intense), i spar with cement, but cant seem to win, while dancing with sin...the cheapest of drunk drinks the fanciest gin! ummm....ye?
haha, that was fire Tricks. NOW EVERYBODY ON PAGE THREE-ONE-THREE PUTCHA MOTHAFUCKIN' HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME NOW EVERYBODY ON PAGE THREE-ONE-THREE PUTCHA MOTHAFUCKIN' HANDS UP
Shit that was good... but ya'll know Sketch Three i trounce, my rhymes way a ton, his an ounce, muthafucka im ready to pounce, his beats got no bounce, it seems here that i don't belong, so i gonna make me belong in this song, it seems, everything i do goes wrong, so i correct it right hear with this unstoppable song, if me and you were to brawl, it would be a mall, blood all over, you fall, i havn't even used my full capability, so go to bed at night, and say a little prayer, that i don't find you and layer, you with bullets, and some melee, shit i cut open your bellie, if were to go toe to toe, i would beat you blow for blow, my skillz for show, muthafucka stop being a hoe, i will never be as good as you, but at least i stay true, I support FRAMIN-IT in anything he does, and though we share no love My brother from another mother sent from the above A thug ***** just like me, one of the best -- might be you, stopr giving me stick, muthafucka you got no dick, you wanna give my AK a lick? i punch and punch you till you get sick, you best be quick, i give you a kick, extra slick, you don't wanna mess with me, you get on my wick, I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand king runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM
come on, try and battle me, i understand limited is all you can be, can't you see, i am like a flying object, weaving lyrical cobwebs, i am last of a breed, i smoke unlimited weed, no matter your creed, these words you should heed, i is ill, you over the hill, sittin on the window sill, while i am the one rapping with such skill, one song is enough to give you your fill, i give your ears orgasmes, while you cause me to have back spasme's you cheap like spam, listen to this jam, i take it and i ram, it down your through, help operate like automita cam, very rarely make a rhyme bad, cos i is one amazing lad, and you are sad, you look at me and see i am clad, with skills, you know i feels harsh, killin' yall for actin stupidly, to some guys who havn't been through lyrical puberty, i take away americas liberty, make a brand new slave trade, blow up the world trade, that is the extent of my power, now go away and take a shower, wash off this lyrical beating, that you are eating, haha muthafucka top that....
No, but i must say that your a genious and thank you for letting me use your skills against you...was the rap OK?
big pun and fat joe - twinz listen little bitch , first of all listen to instrumentals when you freestyle not tracks with raps second stop biting you silly motherfucka
or fucks sake freak, take a joke, i know, and have admitted to have been beaten the fuck up lyricaly, so why you still bother? i am just doing this to get feedback.... Listen, i am good enough for me, thats all i want to be, you C-U-N-T, i'll rap till i die, and i wont lie, i bit 2 lines in my freestyle- why? cos i gettin beat the fuck up ******, anyway, i am no worse than you, so what you gonna do? get better, read this letter by letter, you B-A-D, your shit makes me sad
you stilll bite it oh btw , dont use the N-word you really should base yourself on the quality not quantity you should NEVER BITE , not even if you get your ass handed to yourself its like punching a man in the balls
yo i was going thru a mellow phase, but fuck it cats stay amazed, when i fricasse, yellow haze, and his fellow gays, here the death march when gods chello plays,