Restructors rhymes are real pathetic
I leave you dead no need for a medic
You more broke down than a old mobile
Your girl suck my dick till meat peel
I could keep goin but that be useless
Im crack to you I'd leave ya toothless
Restructors rhymes are real pathetic
I leave you dead no need for a medic
You more broke down than a old mobile
Your girl suck my dick till meat peel
I could keep goin but that be useless
Im crack to you I'd leave ya toothless
LET ME GET MY GUN
who allowed fagats to go by the name of real nigga
frenzy you will loose your first part when i pull the trigga
she ask i give in return i eat her since she is the begger/burger
you never sow a pussy thats why your dick sufers hunger
any way thats none of biss since you use your finger
you just an bactiria whem conpred to me the well knowen tiger
why you got your hands deep in his ass if you aint a digger
that weck 6 lines of yours represent your left days
steralise your ass couse you will produce gays
as soon as i hold my belt your mom holds her ass
i see all a,b,c,d,e,f... but i only like her s
BHF MR COOL AM ALL THAT
like the mag~a~zine BHF ain't half~the~read of a _cosmo_
if he's the creative class~as~seen, there can~not~be a _tomorrow_
allow me to introduce my self
capricious the price is hi wealth
so listen to me i aint the best in the south
but imma kick your head something to bob about
give your bitch something to slob out
Niggas who disrespectful get mobbed about
no respect for a dick kisser sell out
somebody tell this slick mister fail doubt
yo rhymes are sick but i dont give hells about
i smell something you had very abserb
because im black i took on larry bird
an unmotivated action...the name~picked for the game~hits the _nail on the head_
lets laugh at his shame~quick...find an x is the only time he doesn't _fail in the bed_
Its a full night the moons lit
smoke some the baddest dro get your head split
i only listen to one loner who dont need a pack
you bitch wulf its yella wulf
yo that kid did finnaly snap
throw in some shots from the back
we glad he challenge the rap game
one more punchline bitch wulf Gaps Framed
Im the legend mc Bitch gett the key puffed to your map reranged
No effort is needed...he's not even worth the laugh.
Claims he's MC Bitch, who frames pictures of my ass?
you back to square son
he means he needs a fag yeah he just needs one
too take pictures of his ass
so he giggles and gives a laugh
every time a man bares ass
he likes to poke fun
and do that nasty nass
he calls it a dry run
cause that's that shit that b. wulf likes except he's on the wrong pun
son,
you playin' with grown men and you a little league squirt,
i'll ground you, literally- yo this kid'll eat dirt....
wash your mouth with soap, so your tough talk can cease up,
'cus in a real battle you would freeze up...or choke..*(COUGH)*
i'm forcing you to the ropes, boy you need a new hope,
need to read a few books and get a couple new jokes-
you're shit by description- scripter's rhymes garbage
so try harder, your punchlines aren't even my line starters,
hes talkin like a vet but lookin more like a victim
talkin all tuff till these hollow tips hit em/
imma expose this pussy - shes wack - dont forget
why you think her name is black - WHORE.NET//
you ain built for war yet ! you just a target
spaceship for a car i pick up hoes like scotty from star trek//
pot callin the kettle black ur lyrically garbage
rhyming with starters when you shud have clearly used tarnish/
hence your skull i ll garnish with my other trophies i polish
all while ur girl gives me gums like rebecca breakin amish//
live for nothing or die for something
dont believe his hype, he's a Liar Liar- Justin Cooper,
this pest from 2104? I'll send Mc Fly's back to the future....
underdeveloped pedo got mad love for boys like Old Yeller,
i put "Kid's under the Stairs"...ya I just Lockz him in the cellar,
now when I call you strong willed, homie of course you are,
it takes more than a feat of strength to break out............
..........................................of the abortion jar,
saftey LOCKZ off - it pops off - you baby cock soft
shells like d batteries knock ya block off//
back up i m sick bitch - coff coff
fuck off for i run up in ya house and get my rocks off//
moms pops sister and lil brother
wait 10 years get junior and ya baby mother christmas day call it the last supper/
ya momma shudda spat you out instead she felt like turkey basting
i guess any sperm from me the god really ain worth wasting//
live for nothing or die for something
Lockz are bout safety but you act like you bout violence.
You come from the future? Pedophiles still alive then?
Shoulda took some classes you idiot talking about iron.
Then throw it in with the statment you a baby dick rider.
And that ain't no rider thats about to lay down fire.
No reason to run for cover cause lockz is a fucking liar.
Fuck they should lock his mouth shut so garbage don't come out.
Before someone with some real balls n a clip runs out.
Ill cut off a vital organ with bolt cutters
like I'm breaking lockz rocks off
smoke you like a black accept with more tact
and make a vets glock look soft
black thinks he's hornet but ain't stinging shit
he's not a real vet he just assists with his dog's piles
Your certified shit bitch you have a glass style
I'll bust your gay ass teeth till they go straight
and line up single file
You can't be serious with all that jaz
telling me to quit and read a book bitch..
that makes me laugh
saying I wouldn't last in a real battle...
after 8 battles you'd looked like a zero's out binary file
I'd terminate your ass fast like a machine vs a trash pile
I thought you were some hard shit but after gas passed
I realized he was more like some black bile
he talks a lot of shit we can call it an air mile
your too stupid to understand my lines
but that don't make you more hostile...
cause people would pay to watch me destroy you
with a big beguiled smile
I'd shove my dick in this bitches mouth
and yell now bitch.. SWALLOW
the only way you a vet homie
is if your name was Sargent Slaughtered or Gomer Pyle
cause you take more L's then text in an x file
The angel of death steals your breath away, arrest your respiration
I'll show vital how an organ is as he clutch his chest in desperation
Apex predators goes after Vital Organs and jugulars cuz I'mma beast with this
Get in that ass, colonoscopy, let's face it you were born to be a piece of shit
I gave you life, now I look down on you as you are the product of my Petri dish
You're weak and it shows, couldn't defeat with an army made out of your fifty clones
I can tell by your post that the hardest thing you ever dropped were your kidney stones
Get face to face with your own mortality, I knew your fallicies would surface
Did you lose your balls, neutered dog? Now I see you lack the vitality of courage
In the field of observation, chance favors only the prepared mind. - Louis Pasteur, 1854