I get my energy, from my inner G I be in outer space, you be beneath me So tell my enemies, that you can’t injure me I know that irritates, you have my sympathies Well you should protest, but you have no energy Which means your sin to me I connect mentally You cant even connect physically (What up Said,Fonone) BTW I JACKED THESE LYRICS FROM A LUPE SONG DONT HATE
SOSviruz for real dog, who the fuck is you You speaking about me but dont know what the fuck I been through I straight empty your skull no more fucking brains Youll now start rapping like these other fucking lames I need some fucking brew, shrooms or a bong while you stay in outerspace thats where you belong Talking about energy you sound like a nerd While im steady tripping, rippin', while your shits absurddd whatuppp virus longtime no talk homie haha
Commitin' to these internet freestyle battle cyphers, Emittin' intellect on you senile neck beard no lifers, Black magic, call me the pied piper, 'Cause It'll be more than tragic, when I summon an army of venomous vipers, Said's a keyboard warrior, a generous typer, You're all biters, a bunch of Downunder reciters...!!!! Also, heyhey virus.
Downunder Make me some flownder That my rap for downunder lol Shit ppl chillin bored on the forums, you already know sunday night= str8 chilling Yo You still write fonone? I dont see you postin like you use to
I'm not really at the moment, got caught a few times and I want to travel to England before I start again just in case I get caught and end up in some court shit, which would mean I wouldn't be able to leave the country. Who knows if I'll even start again after that though, I would love not to, but chances are I will. Also yeah I grew pretty tired of these forums, I pretty much just lurk for the underground Hip Hop thread now. Blow, pow.
I feel you. I got a couple of ppl who are like. Tryin to leave the States and head somewhere else. Plus I head the sence in Europe was pretty cool. Well Im about to head off for the night. Peace and take it easy.
yeh europe is good, also china and osaka are mad. Or if you don't wanna get caught go to Indonesia, the cops just watch you as you paint and chat with you. goodnight Sos
yo trowel you can suck my dick without a condom on tryin to diss me n*gga i aint even a G ima don come round here get sprayed in your face after that you go ghost longer than mase or keep talkin that you kno what leave your ass gone without a trace so keep ya self in check otherwise you'll be left slump somewhere where chopped up n tossed in tha dump so now whats the deal faggot you was never a threat,nickname through highschool years was maggot so let me kno whats poppin im bringin the ak out leavin you like a fish outta water straight floppin or like a mexican makin the run straight hoppin
you aint blunted i stay stuntin youre girl with me when you call frontin um uh so fresh skiny jeans never no mc better bitch say her pussy neva wetter epic capitalize my g sippin on purple ice no tea higher then them kites be
shootn off howitzers like a powersurge im siezin yur energy, jus two make sure that yur last memeries will remember me, in the streets like the industry stay on like a radio. im the yunghiest one holdn it dwn like asylums wit a crazy flow. got that rabies dro type of shit two hitchu an leave yu foamin out the mouth. intake is like ventilation for the snub trey 8 round after round leavn yu 4evr roamin about the south..ouch
1st gu32?, "who" is right, cuz noone's ever heard of you, cuz you cant write. Graffiti or spellin, it doesnt matter, tell youre motherfucking bitch that shes fucking with disaster. Tell youre motherfucking son hes a motherfucking bastard, and tell your mom suck my dick, cuz aint no bitch make me cum faster. Youre probly cryin now, just like a little boy, cuz my graff looks sick and youre just a little toy. You say you got that good shit, leaves you laid up on the flo?, well we got that bomb shit called the nightmare dro. ha
im blowin off top ballots like the 12 guage two yur soft pallet yur not the foulest, im@the free throw line bukn shots an leavn the scene nastier than tost salads get lost quik like a white girl but yu ar not alice so stop malice kuz im the type two bomb it all kina like towel heads im bout bread on a maverick lift but im not dallas denver city goin hard like a hot callus..
yo son i heard you been talkin that you kno what keep it up ima leave you under tha dirt with ya eyes shut now all i wanted to do was chill n get high but now you done flipped me mood upside down n gunna make someone die doin you doin dirty like steven sigel got tha red dot on your chest smaller then a pixel leave you witta hole in your chest n i got multiple clips for the rest who fuckin wit the best n you think you the biggest of my problem you compared to a pest
Blunted, its not like you to have fronted Actin like you've got lots of flow, but you got none kid Your just a wack act, hairy back, dick smaller than a thumb tack I know you cant rap, while sucking Salty's ball sack Shake's here to infest, too good to be impressed To make your chin my permanent nut rest Now as I sit back, diss fools, and bring my rhymes back Blunted round is downtown suckin dicks for dimsacks
These flows are so whick-whack. Im sick of this Chit-chat. Cans spraying like splish-splash, Relax as I roll this hash. Skin pale like thick ash, going fast, cause i gotta win. Look-a-like Desert Eagles call'em twins. Talk shit, take one on the chin. Knock'em down like bowling pins. My patience is wearing thin. Story sad, like violin, Imma bring that violence. You all can try this.
Try this? You can't vibe with this My flow, you can't describe it How about you try to write with us Good luck in this climate Run to a free wall and sign it Cuz you aint got the spine to bomb illegal Graff is graff for a reason We up no matter the season Day and night, dark or light No matter what, we write Talkin about splish splash With your chit chat you just mad your bitch ass spit whack Buy your paint and talk about how much you rack Talking about how fast you rap smack Trip on your lip, and flip the track.
You're lyrically broke, at first I thought this shit was a joke, a hoax, But you're just a retard, a fucking slowpoke, A homo, "graff is graff!!1!", like you'd know, bro, You got no flow, I'm so pro, on all your dates the girl's a no show, I show my hate, to bombingscience Joe-Shmoe's, You're all the same, lame, mentally drained, I never refrain from inflicting pain, you're more than tame, I'm a sand storm, you're not even a grain, Spitting insane, blowing ya brain, You get crushed on tracks, like getting hit by a freight train, Boredom ensues, Demolishing crews, You're 10 sizes too small to step in these shoes, Fuck you, fuck you , fuck you.
down under but ya name should read down syndrome around men so much that yu sound woman wit a face sourd up like yu down lemons im bout benjamins thats why my fly shawty trys on gowns of linen only the finest rhymes thas sendn the message acros like lines of ritalin ya btr kalm dwn b4 i find ya kin an them an divide the dividends suply the penmanship, yu slopy assholes tryn two ride fer apprenticeship but im endin this wit a phuk yu an have a nice day hiest1 yung mile up so yu kno ima fly away