What up fellas my computer has been fn' up
Yo slipperz I noticed when u were complaining about people saying they beat u when it wasn't judged
Well our **** wasn't judged and u didn't mention my name
Are u admittn' I slaughterd' that ass
yo what up doc and professor
Yo professor I'm gonna get at u when I get a chance if u and doc are serious
Peace
How bout a freestyle battle with everyone getting just one line.
yo....i challenge carbon
and ill kick it off with my foot up your ass
so far it'll massacre your brain
rearrange what could never be sustained or maintained
today im feelin a little derannged
"phuq you hear the gunshot
phuq you hit the ground
phuq i say as i pull the trigger to empty off the round"
my lines are defined
with more hate than hell and prison combined
just try and reprimand me
my fingers on this pen
ill bend your tiny mind
ok, your turn carbon
lets hear your one line
the clock struck a chime so fine i spit to it
right through you and your crew and your hand me down riff raff
not even fit to smell my gas
wait till im shittin THEN lick my ass
bitch........................
judge it....dont judge it...whatever....
i'd have to see what he spits back, i don't think you said enough about him, too much about u, but it couldve been worse. It's probably better than that 14 yr old bitch who wont stop sucking his own dick.
yo lythic im serious i already have a six min song i did yesterday
compton bound this is for you
i tend to offend
children women an men
pull out my tech lines
they blow you away like tech nines
your a wannabe pac
battle me if you wannabe convulsing in shock
cock back my glock
if you owe me money for rock
you wont be able to talk let alone walk
i dont like your tone
i'll be breaking your bones
with lyrics hearter than stone
bricks i use to crack pricks
am i sick cause i worship six sick six
this motha fucka licks dicks
a crack feen in need of a fix
i crack your spleen like a twix
you negate the facts
i commit negative acts
comet reacts against your skin when put on your tampax
sinkin in like sin
inside rotten flesh in the trashbin
battle me you get your faced smashed in
your out like 8d's fashion
i have a passion to give you a verbal smashing
your to mondaine
you expect to entertain
i'll disect your brain like cocaine
hopefully the pain will explain why you complain
comptonbound
you wanted to go a round
well your goin down against the devils hounds
in the river of styx your drowned
lets hear your come back compton
doc and lythic you be the judge
everybody look at this white boy thinkin he tight on da mic
really......u anit gunna bust no rap at night
yo rymez is wacka than this nigga they call Old Socks
to me it sounds like u got those wack ass rymez pullin out the prize out the CRACKER JACK BOX
u nuthin but a wack mc actin..actin like u black
it sounds like u got every std drippin out yo asscrack
i bet u as white a crack
on the corner everyday
only a gay school boy will kno about riding on a saddle
tellin yo gay man to open yo cheecks and put in the saddle
and all u otha niggas actin like da bomb
thats y none of u wack niggas will dare to respond
cuz i murda ya
then make yo mom wipe the blood off the furniture
haha cuz who wanna battle?
contagous crack is generally yellow dumbass lets battle
nigga lets battle thenprofessor...u'll probally win but im stilll sic on da mic
yo im spittin my game, and im spittin it well
you hatin ma fuckaz can go to hell.
I spit it on the corna up in the streetz,
Nobody but me can kick these beetz.
Any body wanna rise to me the masta
Your rhymes may be fast, but mine be much fasta
My style is mine and i do what i do
you step up to me, and ill serve u
you feelin froggy, then dawg come leap
aint nuttin to fool you just got beat
yo yo yo yo
yeah i may be white and u think im weak
come up to me, u feelin froggy then leap
i spit my game and i do it so well
ya'll hatin lil bitchez can go to hell
i flow with the best and my rhymes is tight
im servin u feens urryday and all night
like tupac and biggy im workin the streets
in the morning dealin drugs, at night spittin beats
so how u gon' act like u got the rhymes,
ill serve yo weak ass urry time
i got beat by a nobody???that makes no sense
go suc a dick bitch b-4 i leave u in suspense
i'll confuse u
u dont want it with me i'll bruse u
have u in a hospital room watchin blues clues
im done with this mc he aont nothin to me
a "the professor" stop bein a bitch and come battle u ugle as weenie!
this weak ass wigga tring talk some ****
when really hes the bitch suckin the dick
come up against me u'll get yo wics split
i'll murder u
leave outside past ur curfue
im the street sweapa sweap up these wack mcs
who wish they could b as hard as me but u cant
cuz really u nothin but a sank
ur fake
u got murdered
and dont come bac with those wack ass rymez
take ur time and make sum real linez!
bitch.....................
This ones for the Proff,
shittin it right back up ya motha fuckin ass
I shoulda told u in advance
that you aint got no chance,
jus facin me made u piss in ur pants,
but other than that, they aint never been wet,
you haven't even hit puberty yet,
and now uve fallen deep into debt, u got no job,
cos u too busy getting blowjobs, round the clock,
lickin doctor's cock,
im a wannabe pac?
u tend to offend children and men,
ur a wannabe Michael Jackson.
so while u be singin thriller,
ill be ur lyrical killer,
puttin u down with a, lyrical tirade,
makin u speechless and tryin to play charades,
**** im a devil, my sins never sink in,
I do whatever the **** I want, I
can beat u without even thinkin,
imma waste u like u been drinkin,
six bottles of Bacardi dark,
ur facin me, surrounded by sharks,
a small fish in a big sea,
imma teach u to never **** around with me,
go ahead and try to smash my face in,
its ur own time ur wastin,
u couldn't even splash a stone into a basin,
I was plannin on erasin,
any skill that u had,
but **** u rap even worse than my dad,
I aint complainin, im just bein real,
if I had a dollar for every dick that u feel,
Id be a rich man,
get urself a bitch man,
quit living off masturbation.
u sound a little washed up, u need to take a vacation,
as a matter of fact, take one for life,
u about to die cos u just got stabbed with the lyrical knife.
Keep my name out you're mouth compton.
yo yo wats been happenin dawgs, am bak frm vacation man ready 2 rip it up
yeah im back, now is our time
bigger and larger, this rap mountain u cant climb
satanic rhymes, words that kill without warning
wake up one sunny morning, wonderin whos the best?
im the best, time bandits the finest
sh0ot 12 bullets in ya chest, dont care if u wearin a vest
ma rhymes are blessed, one u cant mess b*tch
my rhymes ima put on rest, im waitin till my lyrics u can digest
Yo Niggaz rememba im da masta
I'll bring a whole load a mess to ya
and make ya a disaster.
My rymes get up ur sleeves like slippery snakes. Smoothed together and coiled up on oil like pros make. You try ta rap wif me it will be ur end ,so get up to da challange and get a piece of ma thread.
