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  • So the love i have it gives me headaches, it helps me relax and it let's shed weight, but there's no more transitions no more segueas, and in life i can't make any more head way, but we keep using it till the bed breaks, causually use and i even do it in trafic, every dime goes to her cause i have to have it, it's become a demon or my dirty habbit, don't leave you're loot on the table cause if i see it i snatch it, cause i'm addictid to love and all that shit

  • brim low headin out the back door from the show had the people chantin yeah they wanted some more im not a greedy kid but i really had to go stuff i had to do places to see an man i really had to pee drank too much smart water but it keeps my adrenalin pumpin kinda like how the drum kicks has my heart bumpin thump thump thumpin groupies run run runnin chasin after tha car i jumped out tha moon roof an screamed to the stars girls flashin all body parts ha this is where the afterparty starts
  • satanic flow jus a white boy flowin from the dome checkin outa rap rehab an headin home cut ya heart out then have it resewn takin hits so long an this is how ive blown outa proportion images are distorted havin them fake emcees deported i keep the crowd alive when they have the people snorin ive been the life of the party since i was 5 youve jus been borin kid im hopin on the magic carpet an floorin it nah not aladdin but lets keep the cypher goin reply to my video response keep on battlin
  • yo yo yo...sittin home sick sittin on the couch, i wana attack this beat so im coming from the mouth, wana show u commentators what im all about, so with ur visions plz re-route, split decisions like a yes to sour crout, then an hour later wana barf ur brains out, but u wont get a shout-out , aint nobody gonna help miss fear factor, u pussy chose to do that now scatter, ur brains all over the fuckin seat like a platter, then serve it to ur guests with cheese and crackers, u cracker.

  • yo yo yo...sittin home sick sittin on the couch, i wana attack this beat so im coming from the mouth, wana show u commentators what im all about, so with ur visions plz re-route, split decisions like a yes to sour crout, then an hour later wana barf ur brains out, but u wont get a shout-out , aint nobody gonna help miss fear factor, u pussy chose to do that now scatter, ur brains all over the fuckin seat like a platter, then serve it to ur guess with cheese and crackers, u cracker.

  • this the beginning, best check yo self before you call this winning,

    od yes please that's what happened to me, all of yall call yourselves rappers but you just thirteen haven't even made your first pussy bleed, all yall fuckin nieve, i'll mix it up before i piss in my cup, every two weeks can't get fucked up, it's called a adjective but i have none to describe how i live. Call your selves sick, your shit makes my stomach pit, like you had your shit write. one, two , three lifes up time to leave

  • tiggle tackle those little titties immediately

    Just let me cruise on by and give em a squeeze

    then ex-squeeze this n-u-t

    and then stfu with pre-thought frees

  • when i ride by doin a drveby u might wanna run inside the house or you might die, cuz aint no tellin what imma do if i see u walkin and if these bullets hit u you'll be leakin like a kitchen faucet, gimme a shot of jack and i'll be leapin off the walls, im pissy drunk now im runnin naked through the mall, i drop a ill rhyme that kills like a tech 9 cut ur face then drive the knife into ur neck then through ur spine, rhyme style is genious, steamin like a demon walked in church smack a deacon.

  • ok. yeh... they wanna give me 2 thumbs down..bout to act a dumb clown..knock ya head off wit one round..bomb ya.. bomber like the brown..brown bomber holdin the crown..holdin em down to the ground wit da llama.. comma, comma, flatline ya ass..fuck hoes get cash..medal of honor..lyrical john conner smokin marijauna in da bahamas..wit ya momma..got a plan in 2012 for the world goes to hell.. to smoke an L wit obama..no drama..get da fuk outa here like i aint spittin lava

  • drops i aint gotta cop aint gotta flip flop i can run da block at mickie d's pushin a mop pay rollin the cops so dey no where im not and they know dat im hot and dey patrolin my crops so no 1 gets shot that why im holdin a knot so fuck a flow n a plot 2 get to da top of da charts an get a shot ill let u get a shot no cock that ill admit im not as i sit an watch deez fake pacs get alot until they gettin chopped man this shitll stop when i cum in da game watch a new birth wen i cum in da game hot

  • ill kill a nigga if he did me ova

    ima the real deal aint like hova

    dissin autuotue wen his artist use it

    kanye didnt use it he abused it

    this aint a diss recid jus a freestyle

    but mine passin erry one by a mile

    i aint soft like a chips ahoy cookie

    im hard like a nail my scars u can lookie

    im so raw niggas call me salminila

    take a real look at me im the real deal-uh

  • the graff writer, rap reciter, pay the pied piper, storm ya cypher, and knock u out like it was street fighter

    fast cash like kawasaki, i let off more shots than papparazzi, and i eat beef like terryaki

    rocksteady i be the awesome, take heavy precaution, before u wind up dead up in the cheap coffin

    im like a veteran, lettin off shots like herroin, and my flow stays dope just like a medicine

    rock, rougher than sandpaper, the clan's majors, movin weight, dealin with more grass than landscapers

  • sikk fam!

  • ya ya ya..

    i proteced the mic with my life

    vicious and sharp like the grim reapers sith,

    wi tha hood up ready for a beat

    so i can spit my shit n move ma feet

    mcee's on youtube stealin lyrics like cheats

    devour your lyrics like lions on meat

    thought ide spit bars an giv yu a treat

    as you can see the lines are rhymes are neat

    ill keep on spittin my rhymes till my verse is complete.

  • get stuck in battle with mee you get fucked good luck getting back from that black take that shit back keep it at home let the real hip hop niggas sit on the throne go write some poems before i make you cry slit your wirst and and wanna die i sit around and wonder why iam soo mother fucking fly and i dont even try and you get mad go and tell your dad ill serve is ass to turn around and bitch slap you for sniching all you rap cats is bicthes go and make some clubs music and stack your richs.

  • Who's beat is this..I know this is the beat Proof spit off of in the 8 mile movie when he battles B-Rabbit in the begining

  • o.c - times up

  • i spit my shit

    wit a quik wit

    suka niggas get lit

    wit a facial expression

    ill keep u guessin learn yo lesson

    dnt be testin got my rymes infestin

    yo mind its a blessin

    so ask no mo questions

    i aint gna go no further

  • ayo! i rock the craddel, mock the god that made you, test me, sage will pass it like a hot potato/ to the next scene, dreamscapes,, lesbian sex theme, demenstrating where to get a fix if your text fein/

    dont get your neck strained, just let ya head hang, i stay off the bench like it had on a coat of wet paint/

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