Neverending Rap Battle II

crack wrote:

[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

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I rap wit heavy skill mayne, this flows mine for certain
Sittin on a gold mine, in my prime, and im still learnin
My life's trial and error, they say practice makes perfect
I sold drugs, used guns, jumped from town to town like a circus
But now i found my callin, Im a balla wit words and it aint hard
Im comin up, startin my own enterprise, call me Captain Picard
I'm well known on the mass coast, and cats show me regard
From the Plains to Hyde Park, the North Shore and Cape Cod
Makin money in the burbs, and mackin on project steps
Yall hatin on me cuz im skilled, but i aint reached the top yet
So ima keep stackin my cash high, till I can drop huge checks
Buy me a few mega-yachts and a pair of mach two jets
But I aint a cocky jerk, thats jus not how my mind works
When you meet me, jus greet me wit "Hi" and some kind words
Dont curse at me or burst out, stop tryna drive me beserk
Calm down, dont be runnin ya mouth bitch, my rhymes hurt
But I aint in this **** to have beef, Im tryna establish peace
Think ya tough, lets see what happens you keep attackin me
When pushed, my mentalitys so brutal i just ravage peeps
Im a savage beast, and your just another average fatality
Im comin at you hard, how i gave it to your bitch last night
Blowin my **** up im your face like dynamite blast sites
Droppin exclusive bombs on you like world war two Jap fights
And I roll cash dice while yall out hustlin, sellin ya crack pipes
Chyeeaaaa, Im that nice, and i didnt slip, stall, or stutta
Burried you six feet deep like tom seleck in Down Under
And my moms is wit yours, so i wont say **** bout chyo motha
But you yourself aint bout ****, yous a bitch wit no structure
You a civilian and im military, heres a taste of my brute strength
I throw fire at you and produce casualties, like grenade troop ranks
Destroy ya face, like the US did to kuwait, with A2 tanks
You cant go the length mayne, you jus start shootin blanks
Im an assasin when im pushed, you just askin for new scars
I leave my opponents breathless, deaf, wit black and blue jaws
And you lack a few credentials, essential to write bars
But me, I got tricks, like a magician wit fifty-two cards
Ya chick deeps throats, my balls play dodgeball wit her chin
hit her from the back, holding handlebars, I invented the shwin
Im sick of this "Neverending Rap Battle" that never begins
Step up ya game kids, im out, its safe to say ITS OVA, I WIN

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9inch promises wrote:

crack wrote:
[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

U suck u worthless peice of trash
All i try to do is help a hommie out and u try to get on my ass?
what the hell nigga imma not playin no game
ur girl be at my house screamin my name
Im betta than u at anything u do in the street
imma beat u like Cassidy did Kwali and said "PUT ON THE BEAT"
u prolly dont even know about that underground u fackass rapper who shops
u get half off and buy one get one free and still cant get what I cop
my flows are sick u might want to hold ur breath
imma keep hitten u with flows so deep u'll drown to death
make some sense when u rhyme please
ur flows go everywhere i think i got a noes bleed
this makes no sense why u try to even aproach me
u kno who i am u tiny black ugly dog flea
who trynna get some real rich blood
but u cant handle it u might as well it mud
yea im suck up but u think u got a nine inch promise
The only person who would know the truth is a dude name thomas

STEP UP AGAIN!!!

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Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

Me a flea a blood sucking parasite,
That's not possible my rhymes are too tight,
U probably don't get half the rhymes I write,
You are obviously not too bright,
U use the word homie as if you were black,
You the only one ridin ova mans butt crack,
You right I will hold my breath,
But only while u take your crystal meth,
Your head need some serious deflation,
My chick with you and ure premature ejaculation,
Ha, caused by sexual frustration,
Use ure dildo to give yourself some anal vibration,
Shup or you about to get castrated,
I'm sorry dude but I feel to obligated,
It had to be contemplated,
Before the world gets populated,
With mini pricks, playing with each others dicks,
Stop it man you make me sick, go out and find a chick.
Not a guy like Ben Affleck in the new advert for the lynx click.
I'm sorry mate you got outdone, I'm number one,
Go ahead just run, Ill load the gun,
Your mum got done.
It should be fun to shoot my son.

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My rhythm brings the sickest drama
With lyrical damage penetrating the thickest armor
For you to battle me is bad karma
Because playing with the microphone is something I don't do
When I approach you, my only concern is to roast you
And to make every man in your crew deny that they know you
I make everyone question everything they've ever believed in
By melodiously murdering emcees and making them stop breathing
Compared to my tuned status, y'all is children still teething
Leave the game to a seasoned vet
Because you aren't ready yet for when you I beset
After leaving your blood all on the floors and walls sticky wet
When I splatter y'all against the mother-******* stall
With these raw lyrics that I catapult
Leaving the competition with no balls to battle me at all
Because I'm one hundred times nicest than the best there is
Looking at your arm with me having more ice than it is
Who wants to test this?
**** all is y'all who don't impress me and can't test me
As an emcee, I'm so ill that AIDS can't catch me
All that **** you popping pauses in mid air because nobody cares
Step to me and get cut ear to ear; survive & cover your scar with a beard
My hypo-thesis is nobody can see this lyrical genius sown like seamstress
Grabbing the microphone and pushing niggers to the left
Heart pounding so fast that they it moves to the right side of they chest
Step up to the plate to challenge the best & in peace you'll be laid to rest
But if you want to battle, I'm down
You got nine lives? I'll take eight off your hands right now
Leaving you broke batted and slapped up
To get beat back down and sprayed up for just bringing my name up
Still spitting bars of total sickness and fitness so you won't forget this
That I'm putting everyone whack emcee alive on my **** list
Using skills that are verbally vicious and telekinetically gifted
Giving you a minute to realize how I'm sick with it
Too slow before I murder and buried you to be sifted
Leaving you in the silence of the underground; not making a sound
Without a murmur, your body decomposes and lies
As my lyrically melodious genius forces you to die.

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yo 9inch promise u right u r a parasite thats why u better prepare to take flight , this a fight u aint gone win , why ya'll hatin on quiet? cuz u kno me n him will wreck every muda fucka on dis site? ya i dont give a **** if im white , u can say everything from eminem and vanilla ice , just to warn ya if u do say it , imma buss some slugs to ya face , nigga u be catchin my 12 to yo chest , cuz im able2flow n able2know that a bitch like u can't can't hang wit a nigga like me a real , i'll be dat nigga wit a major deal makin all dat skrilla , u talkin ****? im turn in to dat killa

( quit hatin on my homie quiet cuz me n him was rappin bout r lifes n not dissin , thats the real skill its not hard to diss so step up off me n quiet )

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yo hold on a second.... you need to calm down with all that **** about killin people at school and describing in detail how ya moms died, and blowin ya own head off and ****

its obvious you just want attention and it sounds to me like ur rippin off eminems crazy sadistic ****.

secondly, this is a battle room, so if you dont wanna battle and write some disses and hooks u need to grow up and get the hell out

thirdly what is this **** u wrote in your last post, that **** is garbage

turn all that anger bullshit on me and show me some skills... how do we know u didnt have that **** written already?

get at me

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My visions infra-red the way i can see whos hot
But i aint mentionin 9-inch, cuz he defines whats not
Yous a crime to hip-hop, and im Jean Claude in Time Cop
I leave you blind when i hit you, wit flash bangs like im SWAT
And my gangs on top mayne, AT Moneys jus hatched
They call him one punch, similar to Brad Pit in Snatch
Dont step in the ring if you logical, ya way overmatched
Even Quiet Storm would deform you, ya whole tone's whack
Im gold and you coal-black cuz you get burned by new-B's
And that nut case Sik-Wid-It's used to spittin tom-foolries
A real fake bitch, like a 16 year old white chick wit 2 D's
You the same old **** played out, yet im a new breed
Betta bet im due credit and im suggestin some cheers
Pass round some beers and toast to my up and comin career
I sincerely hope you with us and you support my premier
Cuz if you step and you test me, the punishments short and severe

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I'm the lyrically superb one
Coming with rhymes off my tongue
That's hot enough to burn your ear drums
The opposite team needs to call a timeout
When I knock niggers three times my size out
Promises of Nine Inches needs to drop out
Your punk ass got bludgeoned and slain
When you crossed the tracks and got hit by JDTrain
Induced morphine is the only way to ease the pain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
I take your life inch by inch in a cinch
With a buckshot shell in my clench
Your cerebral damage is blood quench

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9inch promises wrote:

crack wrote:
[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

That was a quote mate.
Meaning it wernt mine. So you just battled someone else, just say if
you need some help man.

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9inch promises wrote:

crack wrote:
[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

That was a quote mate.
Meaning it wernt mine. So you just battled someone else, just say if
you need some help man.

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9inch promises wrote:

crack wrote:
[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

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My bad. just posted 3 times oops

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I love the underground but not enough chicks in a thong
what the fuk how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone
I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot
But Ima shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the military did to the fourth terrorist plane
that was ill but shut the fuk up and let me explain
what good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a coffin?
and who the fuk you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?
Im metamorphosis into somethin you thought that i could never be
ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glycerine and Hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the message im sending
bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
and blast you so hard it will kill the person next to you
So in retrospect remember and dont fukin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet!

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i am back finally and at the top of my game
tired of this flows that but there writers to shame
but everyonce in a while someone posts something good
like technique, with what good is fame, should be heard
i am glad you are finally not dissing on the government
but with the mexican's and they problem you should be dissin it
hell i love my country, dont get me wrong
but the immigration problem has gone on for far to long
Mexicans if you are proud of your country
then why are you here, go back, i think most people agree
i am tired or you getting our schools locked down
learn how to speak a proper noun
i am not racist, so dont even trip
i dont understand why you all are giving lip
you brought it upon yourselfs, coming here illegally
i am ready to drop bombs Spiritually
now back to the fact of where this has gone
No offence my boy quiet, but we really dont care about your mom
Jd i dont know what to say to you
if you are dissin on Quiet you just be a fool
i am not hear to make any one my foe
or to put on a show
i came to speak the truth and battle a few
make a debut and leave with a thank you

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crack wrote:

9inch promises wrote:
crack wrote:
[quote="quietStorm7
Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

You think you can rhyme u think you can spit,
I seen better dribble coming from an epileptic fit,
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
I'll knock you out like the great Mohammed Ali,
I'll knock you out like a puff of true chronic,
All of you rhymes will be sounding monophonic,
My rhymes are special they happen like magic,
Your rhymes are pathetic, worthless and tragic.
My rhymes are all priceless like vintage champagne,
They have more sense than yours will ever contain,
I hold the best back I have to refrain,
To **** on you so much would not be humane,
You take your pills u think that you are insane,
You wake up next morning ure worst nightmare remains,
My rhymes are so quick they give you chest pain,
Best goo work out your place in the food chain.

That was a quote mate.
Meaning it wernt mine. So you just battled someone else, just say if
you need some help man.

o so u tryin to gang on me mister crack
sorry ass punk who go hide around the fact he's black
u dont like? i thought u was a cool man who be stackin
but i see u another bitch like techniwue what happened?
U think u buff and strong like ur name is shaq
i think u licked too many dudes asses thats why ur name is crack
not like fat joe where u tell niggas to lean back
u that kind of bitch nigga who try to rap with someone else on 1 person damn ur whack... o and train don't think i forgot about u
do u have a clue what hell u just step into?
ur think u won cuz u wrote a long rap oooo wow
i bet t took u 2 days to write ur mess so u stand in ur room and take a bow
hmmm yea right i can kill u with a couple of lines
imma a downass nigga i don't mind committin that crime
but SUPA and NoDJ are the realest niggas in sight
its real tight that they kill any thug nomater about anything and plus their white
but they can write like any black dude can so respect their talent
fukin faggets its about to respect us its gonna be a habit
train i like ur rhymes but i spit betta than u
plus my rhymes are real i bet ur soft **** is fake and untrue
but im cool my life was a major tragedy
but now i got paper and i spit like young cassidy
i spit harder than a speeding van
im like twista i will kill us all if thats the way to get respect in my hand
im so crazy can't u tell? im right when i spit
im the winner and the runner of the whole site and ****

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The level of rappin's stepped up, im hearin some hot ****
Im likein the skills, even all ya rhymes, disses and topics
But some of you judgin me and im tellin all of you stop it
Ima write a 20 minute verse and show u Im not what you thought kids

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Theres some things you dont know Storm, Ill start wit a few
Im a white kid, Im poor, and my mom is dead too
I neva lied in one line, or nothin i said dude
Im real, aint tryna impress noone, especially you
Yet you insist on callin me a soft bitch, your dead wrong
Unlike Supa i dont rap bout suicide or my dead mom
My lifes been wicked hard, but its made my collar strong
I believe in God and im Catholic, been prayin all along
Im thankful for my talents, and my family and friends
Im in college for an engineering degree, thats my intent
But it aint always been this way, my life was a dead end
I was into some stupid ****, I thank God that im not penned
He kept me safe from the po's, and when my crew got shot at
Had a couple close calls, onea my boys even died in some combat
I was tryin my luck, always nervous watchin my back for rats
Got jumped by some alley cats, fractured my back wit a bat
Neva found out who did it, but I'll kill em if i have the chance
Im a crazy kid, and you wouldnt think Im smart at first glance
But i got into UMASS, wit some loans and a S.U.R.E. grant
And now in havin fun, livin it up, Im the unsaid champ
Times up, heres my 20 minute, top of the head chant

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JDTrain617 wrote:

Theres some things you dont know Storm, Ill start wit a few
Im a white kid, Im poor, and my mom is dead too
I neva lied in one line, or nothin i said dude
Im real, aint tryna impress noone, especially you
Yet you insist on callin me a soft bitch, your dead wrong
Unlike Supa i dont rap bout suicide or my dead mom
My lifes been wicked hard, but its made my collar strong
I believe in God and im Catholic, been prayin all along
Im thankful for my talents, and my family and friends
Im in college for an engineering degree, thats my intent
But it aint always been this way, my life was a dead end
I was into some stupid ****, I thank God that im not penned
He kept me safe from the po's, and when my crew got shot at
Had a couple close calls, onea my boys even died in some combat
I was tryin my luck, always nervous watchin my back for rats
Got jumped by some alley cats, fractured my back wit a bat
Neva found out who did it, but I'll kill em if i have the chance
Im a crazy kid, and you wouldnt think Im smart at first glance
But i got into UMASS, wit some loans and a S.U.R.E. grant
And now in havin fun, livin it up, Im the unsaid champ
Times up, heres my 20 minute, top of the head chant

'

that took you 20 minutes to do
holy crap that was really short foo
your white and some of your boys even died
your have never been in a really war so im not terrified
that sucks you got jumped in a alley
but i dont believe it your white, and **** lets sit around and rally
i might be white and you might be too
but come on no person would jump you
**** that is easy to see
so i am just going to let you be

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Son, you are truly no deejay
Spitting **** slower than instant replay
Nobody cares what you say

Blah, BlahBlah, Blah, Blah

What the **** do you mean sit around and rally?
You might be White; you might be a bum in an alley
Or you could be a Wigger; perhaps some bitch named Sally
Your ass would get jumped
Looking down the barrel of a double pump
With shells scattering you broke chump
You're a joke, like Dave Chapelle, Killing Me Softly
Borrowing antics to reuse you Kinko's clerk copy
Go ahead; Try to stop me
This lyrical onslaught leads to your autopsy
With you lying on a cold, steel table
Rhythmically paralyzed; movements unable
The dissection begins with your bleeding unstable
Organs removed; your body is bagged and labeled
So if you want to come sweating; stressing contesting
You'll catch a sword across the midsection
Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Phony bitches like you will be outlined in chalk
Because death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide is your iniquity
This unsolvable crime is the work of a master
The evidence reveals that its stature
Is merciless and like a terrorist, hard to capture
You scream as I enter the bloodstream
Erupting the brain with painful thoughts contain
To injure any mother-******* contender

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