Oh yeah Mintboy you's a baddy
You f---in' peppermint patty
Go back to your daddy
Roll up a fatty and hang upon ya tree o' shame
You fricken candy cane
Son, get ready, yeah kid get ready
Unh, yeah, get ready fo' this, kid, yeah get ready fo' this...
Man I ain't sportin' no chinchilla
This is my real fur I'm a f---in' gorilla
This is geurilla warfare, you in the crosshares
I get more here, you's gettin' lost heres
I'm a Tarzan in a concrete jungle
Ya whole family can get it, even ya uncle
You talk gangsta like you a new Easy E
But murderin' you is easy, B,
Kid you can't see me, hidin' in the trees
I come in the night when nobody sees
First go ya shoulders, then go ya knees
Ya blood pressure building? I know it's hard to breathe
I don't need no gun ta make ya head leak out that cheese
It's like I spit one verse and you leakin' out ya teeth
I bust a rhyme, and you bust a nut
You suck it down like you a self-obssessed slut
The only thing gettin toasted here is you
The only glass you raisin' is that window you
Hangin' out of by them raggedy shoes
You can beg for mercy but I can refuse
Cuz the sight of that pavement might be scary, dude
But all I see is ya ankles and that makes me amused
Son, hell don't get mail, but ya coffin gets nails
I know when ya nerves go bust it can get hard to feel
Hell's like a prison, held without bail
You can bring ya bricks, but you won't make a sale
I rock the rap, I rock the rap
I bring a hammer to ya head and go tap tap tap
Man you gettin' ready for a real long nap
I'll make you a syrup I'll tap you for sap
You an animal I'll kill it
Cut me a steak and grill it
You a deck o' cards I'll deal it
You just grist ok I'll mill it
Oh, man I'll make you feel it
And we gon' make a video
Gon' show the whole damn city yo
Who gon' play you?
It'll be Fitty yo
Naw, it gon' be Diddy yo
Naw it gon' be fitty hoes
One for the one you came from, son
Two for the Jew who shot your foreskin off wit a gun
48 fo' the ladies who wouldn't give you none
And who gon' play you?
You can play yo'self
Cuz even a cadaver can get dealt with the shells
Kid this is lyrical violence
I got it down to a science
Even when I'm not tryin I bust heads with just words,
Your ears leakin pourin that whey and them curds
You got a bomb track? I bomb you like Iraq
Tear you apart like Afghanistan, you minty minty candyman
This rap's kinda long, I hope you could follow
Each verse is like a clip, each word is a hollow
Don't know what you sendin' me to hell with in that rhyme
But I hope you gangsta enough not ta have a permit fo' dat nine
Cuz you gotta be at least half-literate when they give you dat paper to sign
Or you could just bring ya siggy pre-made, contrived
Like you plagiarize, and dig raps out of the archives
Ya turn kid, I took you for a ride
Go head, spit, kid, take a dive
damn jeezy i gotta admit dat sh*ts pretty good
itz lng az f*ck tho.....but itz hot
Look look look
it's snowing outside
don't go slide
I'm rapping !
Holy cow! 2720 posts -- wow.
Rap wrap Rap
thats all I ever hear
You'd think they really like giving gifts 4 Christmas ?
M Jeezy wrote:Oh yeah Mintboy you's a baddy
You f---in' peppermint patty
Go back to your daddy
Roll up a fatty and hang upon ya tree o' shame
You fricken candy cane
Son, get ready, yeah kid get ready
Unh, yeah, get ready fo' this, kid, yeah get ready fo' this...
Man I ain't sportin' no chinchilla
This is my real fur I'm a f---in' gorilla
This is geurilla warfare, you in the crosshares
I get more here, you's gettin' lost heres
I'm a Tarzan in a concrete jungle
Ya whole family can get it, even ya uncle
You talk gangsta like you a new Easy E
But murderin' you is easy, B,
Kid you can't see me, hidin' in the trees
I come in the night when nobody sees
First go ya shoulders, then go ya knees
Ya blood pressure building? I know it's hard to breathe
I don't need no gun ta make ya head leak out that cheese
It's like I spit one verse and you leakin' out ya teeth
I bust a rhyme, and you bust a nut
You suck it down like you a self-obssessed slut
The only thing gettin toasted here is you
The only glass you raisin' is that window you
Hangin' out of by them raggedy shoes
You can beg for mercy but I can refuse
Cuz the sight of that pavement might be scary, dude
But all I see is ya ankles and that makes me amused
Son, hell don't get mail, but ya coffin gets nails
I know when ya nerves go bust it can get hard to feel
Hell's like a prison, held without bail
You can bring ya bricks, but you won't make a sale
I rock the rap, I rock the rap
I bring a hammer to ya head and go tap tap tap
Man you gettin' ready for a real long nap
I'll make you a syrup I'll tap you for sap
You an animal I'll kill it
Cut me a steak and grill it
You a deck o' cards I'll deal it
You just grist ok I'll mill it
Oh, man I'll make you feel it
And we gon' make a video
Gon' show the whole damn city yo
Who gon' play you?
It'll be Fitty yo
Naw, it gon' be Diddy yo
Naw it gon' be fitty hoes
One for the one you came from, son
Two for the Jew who shot your foreskin off wit a gun
48 fo' the ladies who wouldn't give you none
And who gon' play you?
You can play yo'self
Cuz even a cadaver can get dealt with the shells
Kid this is lyrical violence
I got it down to a science
Even when I'm not tryin I bust heads with just words,
Your ears leakin pourin that whey and them curds
You got a bomb track? I bomb you like Iraq
Tear you apart like Afghanistan, you minty minty candyman
This rap's kinda long, I hope you could follow
Each verse is like a clip, each word is a hollow
Don't know what you sendin' me to hell with in that rhyme
But I hope you gangsta enough not ta have a permit fo' dat nine
Cuz you gotta be at least half-literate when they give you dat paper to sign
Or you could just bring ya siggy pre-made, contrived
Like you plagiarize, and dig raps out of the archives
Ya turn kid, I took you for a ride
Go head, spit, kid, take a dive
THAT WAS ILL... dude i have never had so much fun reading a rap LMAO
damn i usually hate long raps but that was ill dog nice ****... how long did that take you to think up?
this should be a good battle... i'll rate it... /|\
i already posted mine
w/e
man JEEGZY this rap all ur gunna do is feel this pain,
its not even gunna be a disaster,
its gunna be a fatal strike,
no escapin the rath of this hit,
its gunna be like a murder rate,
Sweet Gs play the game and shoot to thrill,
Runnin free through the trash, dressed to kill,
i'm going to step back,
and i'm gunna watch this bomb track,
I'll mail to you in hell,
and u'll be long lost in the wishing well,
I'll make the toast, your done n i'll raise the glass,
Just a few words to kick you in the ass,
hell yea **** let's rock,
With the G yes I dig n won't stop,
Back on the scene like a fiend four beats,
ain't slept in weeks,
Got too many freaks,
Seen too many geeks,
o **** was one of them u :O
Try to rock the rap.
since that first song ya'll know who i am
and thanks to that remix, ya'll know my friend cam
see we lightin this **** up like true gangstas
and we for real son, we aint no bitch ass prankstas
when we hit this **** big we knew what we had to do
im talkin, spittin insane **** that could addict you
i guess these niggas aren't understanding
the level at which we are demanding
man, yo ass isn't competition
four of my lines and you're in submission
see my lyrics are my ammunition
and c-weim slaughters the opposition
see im cocky cause i flow so good
and im bold cause i say **** the hood
i dont need em, im fine on my own
and im ready to face any crew all alone
why bring backup, im better than an entire gang
just sit yo ass down and let me do my thang
after me, my opponents careers are disasters
they claimed ive peaked, but i keep gettin faster
keep on asking whos gonna stop the jew
but sorry man, it aint gonna be any of you
my lyrics are so hot theyre translated for every nation
see im craved by the youth of every population
now ya'll scheming and plotting to try and end my spree
but ill clap back so hard they'll want me for the first degree
make sumthign udda that no one has yet
Check it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em **** about a pile, of bricks to show He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, comin up ****'s creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some ****, niggaz call me The Fly Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll get severe on the double I harass it I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
You in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.
When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
yo bitch turn dwn the heat man cause i think the grills up ur ass now dawg
