Re: t-shag think you bad im the best !
tallpaul1986 wrote:so u think ur number 1 all i gotta do is bust one rhyme and your done **** you up just for fun you battle sorry hell it aint even a battle i know you a fonie homie playin games tryin to challenge u take all of 2 minutes to beat only thing on me you bouta beet is my beef you battle like **** richard simons you aint never gonna win bitch i spit flames when i battle the type of **** that causes a death rattle **** with me and c im a real g freak any bitch like you under the sheet im out this **** cause your lyrisc exactly what i just said punk !
t-shag wrote:yo gesus you don't even know me bitch
i'm the t-shag
talking about our rymes
i **** people up 22 times
bitch you rap like a white boy
go play with your superman toy
**** you bitch i'm getting anoyed
get out of the way before i explode
i will make your ass suffer
while up in here burnin rubber
bitch i'm a P.I.M.P
i will put you in a grave that say's R.I.P
and then i will **** your bitch
you don't even have one
go get advies from the hitch
well i think i'm done
as you can see i'm the number 1!
motha fucka
i cant believe anyone could be deceived by gesus
many guns will be pulled and you wont breath
the wound is fatal thats my thesis
underneath your skin your smashed to pieces
sinnnacle intensions did i mention my invention
a hipnotic viris that takes your pention
infiltrates through your iris
then apply narcotics
your thought process is not apocalyptic
you will be sayin sorries when i inflict
words that are not fictious that makes them fiscious
look at you u have bitch tits which is pity ful
your shits full of filler
it would be iller if you really were a killer
not just bragin after a six pack a miller light
i kick in your back for bragging rights
i'll staple your sack to your head if you wanna fight
attack when your sleepin in bed at night
youd be weeping now that would be a sight
i could do it in sunlight
or on a sunday
you cant run from my guns spray
theres only one way
flesh torn apart all over the place
reborn in the heart of grace
my rhymes strike like a glacier to the titanic
like driving a steel spike into ceramic
i understand your not even a man your probally a tran
you spit **** admit it your illiterite
your bitter mys well admit it
youre not even a one hitter so you better quit it