heh i knew that fool was whack
hahaha got nufin to say now aye killer fake
and also killer if you are trying to find any of my spits being copied, your wasting your time....
sup inayay?
nuthin man just chillin might spit in a lil
Ayo Dazza, face it nigga you can't last wit me
cuz I got no limits in my **** like my rap name was Master P
it's blasphemy nigga if you think you gonna talk trash to me
bitch, I'll turn your life into a maf*ckin catasthrope
just call me your majesty cuz I reign like Saddamn Hussein
and when I shoot you in your brain even tylenol couldn't stop tha pain
that I inflict so my suggestion is don't bust back
or you gonna find yourself in a dark hole, wonderin where God at
i'm startin a war wit you so just call me Apocalypse Now
i've served weak bitches before but Dazza you at tha top of tha pile
your gonna feel my onslaught, I'll roll in your hood wit a sawed off
blow ya ma*fuckin head apart and after that you'll get hauled off
you'll see how well I express myself when I have a mic and a gun
to most niggas killin's hard work but to me tha ****'s fun
just like Forrest Gump nigga, i'll make your bitch ass run
or treat you like a chalkboard and start up erase you son
and I knew you was gonna diss me nigga, your so predictable
only reason you hatin on me now is cuz you idolize my flow
take you back like a child and havin you screamin daddy don't go
yeah, i'm breakin apart your rhymes like your parents divorce
you battle rappin is like Jordan playin baseball, your in tha wrong sport
or like Andy Roddick shooting basketball, your on tha wrong court.. faggot!
good spit HiNeKeN finally someone thats using words other than, to, you etc...
SOLID!
R@Coon????? sound familia..... you wouldnt be killer r with a new profile would you???
nothing..... spit something
im outies, talk tomorrow, C-U
this is my first rhyme in here....
wanna know if can rap// im similar to 50 cent// i bust tracks// and leave you on the side of the road// in a 2 door ford// cause your raps leave me bored// and your words have me wanting more// empty like a hollow glock// your face has me shocked// and i think ill end this rhyme before you get tounge locked//
what do you think, i wasnt referring to anyone
Ayo, how you can spit back when you ain't got no **** left?
you couldn't wild out even if your name was Mos Def
i'll make you short of breath when I cut you like a gourmet chef
you gettin knocked tha f*ck out, time to signal tha ref
cuz my blows are hittin you harder than a right from James Toney
nigga, your phony and cheesier than a bowl Kraft instant macaroni
Dazza you ain't alone bitch, I know you roll wit your croney
ya'll name should be Oscar Meyers cause ya'll niggas full of bologna
for talkin about how ya'll tha hardest and tha best rap artists
but in tha clubs I bet ya'll niggas still get carded cuz ya'll look retarded
might be a good MC but you definately ain't tha smartest
for takin big shots at that nigga known as Hinaken
i'll have you missin and niggas askin who, where, why and when
not knowin that your already dead for poppin off at ya mouth again
nigga, you'll be found a week later with 6 shots to tha brain
with all tha headlines readin another faggot rapper slain
nevermind i dont think you were talking to me
yoyo aint no one here competing with this sick ass flow, cuz this **** heres making your vocabulary grow
imma **** u up from head to toe, makin you history like james manroe
if you dont beleive me then step up to my fofo, and youll life will be ended fo sho
"mutherfucker shuda behaved" is what will be engraved in the tombstone
after this ill be makin your mom moan as i get more and more and more well known
this is how i paved my way to the top while makin many fools drop
takin many lifes to a complete full stop, as i sell the crash crop
so the lesson is next time u see me bar hoppin, dont think i wont be poppin, makin people sobbin as i visualize their bodys droppin
just a spit no diss to ne1
I'm tha lyrical beast so just call me Chewbacca
rhymes on point, your's stink like a dirty gym locker
hate to shock ya but i got my dukes up ready to sock ya
like i was a maf*ckin heavyweight boxer
i'm tha equivilant of what would happen if Mike Tyson started rappin
no pussy pity patty tappin, leave ya jaw snappin from tha lyrical slappin
be laid out on tha ground like what tha f*ck just happened?
what happened was..just got knocked out by Hinaken tha great
got dropped faster than a Bush approval rate so just sit and wait
to get your senses back and get tha f*ck out this state
before you die and meet your maker at tha heavenly gates
and I told them niggas Dazza, don't to take me for a joke
but they done f*cked up and picked tha wrong nigga to provoke
I'll have ya'll layin in an dark alley all choked up and broke
blood runnin out ya'll faces like a f*ckin egg yolk
or I could just introduce ya'll niggas to my bestfriend nina
she's keeps **** fair, split up 16 shots between ya
I can see it now, i'll catch a misdameanor while i'm up in Pasadena
for sprayin you two faggot ass niggas like some Windex window cleaner
