*bump*
my raps are freestyle
you probably get yo verses out of a book
I could cut yo phone line and you still wouldnt be off the hook
your raps are disgusting
smellin' like sh*t thats 3 times been digested
they should pass a bill and have you whack MC's arrested
ill kick your door down and spray bullets like a water hose
ya'll be gettin wet from the blood that'll be spillin' from you ho's
you f**kin f@ggot ass bitch
i'll cut yo tongue out like a snitch
3 weeks later they'll find yo body floatin' in a ditch
and f**k a funeral service
the only service'll be me stickin' 8 inches in ya mama's pelvis
i got you "all shook up" like a Vegas Elvis
but you need to realize that there's a million different Pressley's
so you spittin' that awful sh*t thoroughly unimpresses me
if you're competition step up
i'll get you schooled with all these lessons
spit your weak verses and get stabbed in a matter of seconds
ill stare through you like a ghost
my hellacious gaze thats as cold as ice
my raps flow over ya head
buzz it off like you got head lice
i dont give a f**k if i gotta bump a thread to make my point
i could murder every one of you motherf**kers an still not end up in the joint
i'll jump in my car and straight ram your ass
you niggaz better call the ambulance
you try to sneak up on me but i smell you comin' like flatulence
my style is ill like SARS
but I still spit endless bars
I'll burn down ya house till your ass is half charred
break in and tie yo mama to the bed just to start beef
lets see you talk sh*t after I remove all of your front teeth
you call on ya cell phone to see who the hell's home
but yo mama cant talk with 8 inches slidin' down her throat
you rhyme lika f@g
pissin' and moanin' like a bitch on the rag
lets see you step up when I break both ya legs
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