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Man 4RR, that was some weak **** LOL.
When I unload my keyboard upon you bitches I unleash my vengence and spoil you with riches from hurting you using words to killing you stone to bird there's nothing you fakers got that'll teach me the ropes I'll stomp your ass out and crush your greatest hopes from head to toe, from dead to Doe, from friend to foe, and back to hoe you go See what ya'll can't fathm I rhyme into words like Madden cuz when he puts the mic up on his lips I snap your necks like broken twigs, and what he says is as strong as this rhyme, to see you dead I'd consider paying an assasin only a dime. You're worth **** in my book of kills and blood spills so what your mouth before you get drilled. https://www.nopistons.com/forums/pub...1047683785.gif |
**** yuki i smell something funny
oh wait its just your mommy i raced my station wagon all over town i swear to god it would bring you down i may not know alot but i can sure jock i learn everyday here so run away in fear whats that? you want me to drift? ill probbably fall off the cliff all the litle rotor heads here are cool i think we should all rent a pool tekniks is teh god maybe we should change his name to ramrod i like to freestyle cause i get bitches i can show my bling bling and riches im so sick of ricers round here they better just stear clear me cause i can drop my pants and pee yeah about 50 feet ****.. my feet reek |
Your rap reeks too.
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Originally Posted by YukiRX7Aisha' date='Feb 23 2004, 04:24 PM
Your rap reeks too.
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Originally Posted by banzaitoyota' date='Feb 23 2004, 06:46 PM
U wanna be a rapper
but your education is in the crapper you're gonna get your head caved in by acting like a gangsta so listen to your momma lay off the marijuanna and get your young dumbass upstairs and study history and multiplication we dont want to hear about the cars that you hold dear cuss with the wigger life you're living the best thing you'll be giving is head to the honduh nation |
**** THE PO-LICE
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As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on https://www.nopistons.com/forums/pub...IR#>/bigok.gif |
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die https://www.nopistons.com/forums/pub...IR#>/bigok.gif tupac owns! |
Artist: 8 Ball (Eightball)
Album: 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack Song: Hands in the Air Typed by: douglas_hilton@yahoo.com [Eightball] Okay; comin' from the top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up wit' all I got Superstar; no I'm not Green weed; black glock Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair 'a cleats Niggers run their mouth a lot Like bitches and parakeets (whoa) How you love that pimpin' (whoa) I'm so cold wit' it (whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul This **** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls This not 'bout makin' dough Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who's rich 'o po' Not 'bout who niggaz know This here 'bout you and me This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be If you in here with me [Chorus] Keep your ears wide open This is all grill no jokin' Throw your **********in' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands up in the **********in' air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The **********in' aaaaair [Eightball] Nigga you don't know me Why you niggaz wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's why I will never change Me - ain't nobody like Even though they try to be Niggaz think they are but they ain't ******' with me lyric'ly (Yo) I was born wit' it Din't nobody teach it to me Over hot beef Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me (Yo) Chose me to be a Prophet and lead my people Murder non-believers With lyrics that are lethal I hit 'em heavy with it Yo I stay ready wit' it Come try to test me wit' it Regret you ever did Call who a pimp and I got my own back You got them baby paper? I got them grown stacks But this ain't 'bout no bread Not 'bout what niggaz said Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me [Chorus] [Eightball] Yeah I gotta go again Just to let you know the deal Eight ways to company Beats come from doin' real (yeah) We the niggaz should not nobody be ****** wit' Slayer riders Chopper city Had you bitches doubled quick This ain't 'bout who rap the best This ain't 'bout who got the most This is not no gangsta rap This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes This here ain't no country **** Ain't no way to label this Memphis where I come from Orange mile veteran What I represent - whoever live in poverty Hard working niggaz that Try to hustle honestly And I represent who Lookin' good and feelin' nice Niggaz on there drinkin' 'dro Fresh clothes; full of ice (Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest (Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this This ain't bout where you from This ain't bout where you be This here 'bout feelin free If you in here with me [Chorus] [Eightball] Go 'head and put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em Go 'head and put 'em up Put your hands where I can see 'em Put your hands where I can see 'em [unknown voice talking] Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla Code line Slab two is goin' down baby This your boy Milwaukee Stop prayin' |
I just took a ****
it burned like fire the bowl is backing up the water getting higher should I call a plumber? what should I do? so much trouble just to take a poo Word to your mother! |
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