haha aight ante no beef catch it mang texas aint got shit on the bay my nigs like tony hawk grinding evreyday im not just a vandel but a artist in disguise might put a sticker right between your eyes call me a hater but you dont have no rhymes you wish u had dollers but cuz is stuck with dimes tryin to ante up but the stack looking low aint got no paper ..shit aint got no flow
burnin all hataz, stretched in my navigator/ numah one player in the game im a slayer/ betta say ya prayas u gon taste the flavor/ of that damn metal in ya mouth gon savor/ spew forth words and herbs has got um slurred/ worse meets worse im cursed and since my birth/ i had that thirst i fueled it till it burst/ my versus merked all hataz with a smirk/ my ash tray flashay ,weed yeah we need her/ im killin more herbs than a god damn weed eater/ if hataz dont flee my finger jus might squeeze/ fuk up ya whole life and stain ya white tee...
lemme give it a shot: wack dudes is fast food, better yet, maybe cat food yuh style was hot last june, you dont want me in a bad mood i blast through, shit dude, my graffs too is like tattoos yall hold krylons, i hold a microphone like an ass dude lemme ask you, you rap too? dude get eaten like cashews stick to yuh kick flips, cans and shit sticks, you suck like vaccums im a pass through, better yet, lemme finish my last line dont act like you better, cause you better off in the past times uhm, dunno. aint written anythin in a minute. hollER!! lol
haha aight ante no beef catch it mang texas aint got shit on the bay my nigs like tony hawk grinding evreyday im not just a vandel but a artist in disguise might put a sticker right between your eyes call me a hater but you dont have no rhymes you wish u had dollers but cuz is stuck with dimes tryin to ante up but the stack looking low aint got no paper ..shit aint got no flow [/b][/quote] u sayin texas aint got nuthin on tha bay so ima prove u wrong, listen wat i say yall b ghost ridin that bitch but in texas we swangin ditch to ditch we got different color diamonds in our grill all yall got in ur mouth is penis enlargment pills we got stacks tha size of e-40s stomach we geniuses in tha rap game, try ta stump us we on tha grind 24/7 yall washin windows at tha 7 eleven u got love for texas style syrup have u straight up tipsy...bout ta throw up im dun wit u mane go wack off to ur pin ups edit: no beef
u sayin texas aint got nuthin on tha bay so ima prove u wrong, listen wat i say yall b ghost ridin that bitch but in texas we swangin ditch to ditch we got different color diamonds in our grill all yall got in ur mouth is penis enlargment pills we got stacks tha size of e-40s stomach we geniuses in tha rap game, try ta stump us we on tha grind 24/7 yall washin windows at tha 7 eleven u got love for texas style syrup have u straight up tipsy...bout ta throw up im dun wit u mane go wack off to ur pin ups edit: no beef [/b][/quote] texas is for mike jones, paul wall and commerical rap otherwise known as mass produced filth and crap the whole nation trying to jump out of there car and skip worldwide phenommon..ghostride the whip whens the last time you herd somebody talkin about that swinging shit the lone star state is for those broke country cats who talk about iced tea and a " big ol cadda lacs" well im from the city homie if you didnt know all my partnas is rich all my partnas push snow u was never on the grind just on your porch sucka hush that mouth , I got heat like scotch storch ..but on another note end you raps with somthing cool "go wack of to pin ups" **** what are you in , elmentry school ! ? NO BEEF MANG
i cant believe dudes beefin over cities, shits mad funny nigguhs quick to talk bout grindin but aint ever had money lemme ask somethin, who really out hustlin bricks? i never have, and truth: never will, im out bussin a spliff nigguh get cut up the lip, but where im from it dont matter cause most my boys up in the 'sky' like they cool wit 'saturn' smokin Ls and gettin twisted, shit, fuck ice where the wrist is im livin aight fo myself, gettin money wit work wit the rich kids
aint nuthing funny but the fact u aint involved u talkin bout u aint got bricks its cuz u aint evolved we make money now muthafucka its a fact if u say somthing diffrent u should be slapped where you from matters its a war on the street im from oakland california ,niggas got to eat your boys cool with saturn well my partnas is cool with benz hustling evreyday right up to the end you living aight well keep it to yourself me and ante up on here talking about wealth ..ps beef
texas is for mike jones, paul wall and commerical rap otherwise known as mass produced filth and crap the whole nation trying to jump out of there car and skip worldwide phenommon..ghostride the whip whens the last time you herd somebody talkin about that swinging shit the lone star state is for those broke country cats who talk about iced tea and a " big ol cadda lacs" well im from the city homie if you didnt know all my partnas is rich all my partnas push snow u was never on the grind just on your porch sucka hush that mouth , I got heat like scotch storch ..but on another note end you raps with somthing cool "go wack of to pin ups" **** what are you in , elmentry school ! ? NO BEEF MANG [/b][/quote] if tha whole nation wants to get out and skip i hope that the bitches trip and get hit see in texas we aint about that hyphy shit we like to lay low chunka duece and tha purple stuff we sip thinkin that im elementary u got sumthin comin since u tha one on ur san fran streets bummin the only things in commin wit our citys is tha drugs,and tha words naddamean, and swangin are sum of tha things that can be heard the purple syrup that we sip makes our words slurred... mucho love for syrup2 so im endin this rhyme wit if i ever serve time...ull be tha first one on mah mind :lol: (if u wanna go another round u can but im dunn so we wont get in to far and jeprodize our marriage)... edit:jville dont want nun
not gunna lie thats a bomb rhyme right there just popped me a pill, labeled 512 a percoset if you will, almost made me spew shit tasted liek a salt stick in my pocket covered with lint and way too toxic but now my heads going a mile a dozen bumpin George Clinton funkadelic fuzzin sippin on drinks and smokin crack dude is over 60, still writin ill tracks colorblind since he was barely born but man that nukkah loves his corn man my rhymes are fresh as febreeze that saying will never split from me hahahaha i love this thread, my shit is so bad
ante good battle you know I love you (spooning) o don thank you you know whats sup I like that lil flow u had there it had style to it mang and degausserr x shut the fuck up and kiss my fat black ass or if you care for gay buttsex freestyle rapping session join the party
his name isnt O Don...it's O.D.(overdose) on these trees. dont feel bad syrup. for a while i thought it was pronounced that way too.
thanks for telling me that wow that puts his name in a whole diffrent perspective infact.. I dont think I can look at anything the same way now that youve said that im going to kill myself now, thanks for ruining my life
Yo I "fly like a butterfly, sting like a B-29"/ You drop your shit rhymes and I'll take what's mine/ You grab ya bitch and fuck 'er from behind/ While I'm chillin' at home just counting down the time/ The time you got 'till I beat ya so bad/ You won't recall anything that you ever had/ Not like there's much to recall, you just live fads/ Followin' everyone else's footsteps like they was ya dad/ It ain't your fault, you got no father figure to follow/ Your existence is a hole, it's oh so hollow/ I can fill it with shit but I choose not to, I lay low/ I know your number, I just choose not to call you/ If only you'd know, the things I'd do/ Had I seen your skinny ass around town, douche/ Uneducated, when I win you say "toosh"/ I'll knock ya brain in the path of that swoosh on ya shoes/ Yo you think materialism is the only way to live/ Grow up, learn a lesson, find your heart and give/ Give till you can't give no more/ Give till it empties your whole soul/ Then, and only then, you'll know life and what it is/ Yo it's more than a bloody fetus and 6 week old jizz/ I rhyme explicit because that's all we see/ And if you ever see me, you pick up the pace and flee/ Flee faster than a Concorde hauling ass, full speed/ Run away, find something more, and give up your greed/ Cause I'm here to make a change, we all need to bleed/ We must all experience pain to see the meaning/ Meaning of all the is, the truth of me and you/ Yo man, I'm just preaching to a dead doll now, you even there foo'?