aight im just sayin to read my response to yours... lol
o ya and tell this DJTREY how bad i whiped his ass...
man that nigga got serverd
You couldn't son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you
Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol
I clap at your ass with this chrome 38
And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike
You know and I know who took ya chain
You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid
I'm down to die for this **** all I need is bail
You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel
yall sorry ass dick lickers
rockin rainbow pride stickers
tellin me u spit quicker
can even act real n*ggaz
uz a bitch u wouldnt survive where i been
lettin u live ur life
should be a fuckin deadly sin
im a demon in this ****
youse a heathen to this ****
this rap game dont need you
it need real n*ggaz u stupid bitch
u jus a fuckin coward
dont even know how to rhyme
u like cupid only got heart on valentine
for the rest of tha time
youse a punk got fucked in all holes
becuz u think u crunk
for real tho i dont give a ****
ill rip u in any ciph
from here in miami
all the way up to new york
well i gotta be out
i left u dead and by the way mr. gats
yo momma givin me head
nothin just ready for xmas break lol
yeah i'm gonna spend x-mas wit my girl
i'll love her till my death
lol nice... lets battle...
Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
But don't compare me
I'm better off jus' left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
And livin wreckless
But if you go check my belt
You may see something else I used to protect myself
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
But this motherf*cker Ja musta lost his mind
That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX
Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled
erkle and michael have fun with your bie cycle
I'm gunna drop a hot topic for ya'll to hate on, ******* amatures brains, between the hate I stay strong, blaze bongs, pipes, J's spliffs and blades
half the styles on this board are being way out played, **** the names that are made on a basis day to day
If you dont have heart you might as well stay away, break a face, on the pave-Ment and make it straight, sick of reading whack post half these emcees create, I see fate each page, and all these young kids is boring, just back from high-bernating in the lab recording, Wanna say whats up to cats who know what I'm absorbing, four in the morning tables torn, as I'm ripping a beat, quick with the speach, always squashing the beef, Just wanna say to yah peeps, I wont be back to check this, I'm reckless, with freshness, haters just cant respect this.
yours was good also... lol
i'm playin some master of puppets
