Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 18, 2006 22:37:02 GMT
since ya wanted a battle n since you like metta's so much i decided ta teach ya how ta use em....
Please...i squezze in da worst situation...dude was talking out until i broke his face in...ya shit is impossible like old timers masterbating//
Flames i spit so im frying these M.C.'s...theses cats softer than lemons and im dieing ta squezze...they running around like mice when im hideing da cheese//
Murder on da mic kill you with bare hands...niggaz love ta hate so i scare fans...i dont use weapons i kill em wit flare cans//
Bow-n-arow...spears,a double barrel...atack peigons or assalt sparrows//
With da hockey mask...i cock n blast...ya best is slow like old ladies walkin fast//
In da flesh a lyrical superman...brought ya best guy will see when i shoot ya freind...a confused outcast he like "What crew am I in?"//
Call me Pharell da way i handle da clips [clipse]...with da gat in both hands ill have you danceing 4 tips...yo apperence is gay niggaz bassically handin you dicks//
My job...is to ellimanate these wack rappers...take ya bitch and in front of you ill slap her...the real is back the tru deffinition of a trapper//
Fuck you might be a gurl...from now on ill call ya susie...ya faker than da first 2 Star Wars movies...killed ya on dat lyricalness what da fuck you gon do?...sue me//
You now have offically enconterd da best...got A+ in Hip Hop...fuck am i saying i fucking founded da test...ya gurl left you 4 me cause she said ya dick was as small as this text//
Fuck im fed up with all this money im makeing...tradmarked da hocky masktm so niggaz started calling me Jason...AZ dickryder...but ya still a fucking pawn in his nation//
ETELL GOT THAT DAT MAKE YA SEE WELL
AND HAVE NIGGAS CLAM UP LIKE A SEASHELL
Please...i squezze in da worst situation...dude was talking out until i broke his face in...ya shit is impossible like old timers masterbating//
Flames i spit so im frying these M.C.'s...theses cats softer than lemons and im dieing ta squezze...they running around like mice when im hideing da cheese//
Murder on da mic kill you with bare hands...niggaz love ta hate so i scare fans...i dont use weapons i kill em wit flare cans//
Bow-n-arow...spears,a double barrel...atack peigons or assalt sparrows//
With da hockey mask...i cock n blast...ya best is slow like old ladies walkin fast//
In da flesh a lyrical superman...brought ya best guy will see when i shoot ya freind...a confused outcast he like "What crew am I in?"//
Call me Pharell da way i handle da clips [clipse]...with da gat in both hands ill have you danceing 4 tips...yo apperence is gay niggaz bassically handin you dicks//
My job...is to ellimanate these wack rappers...take ya bitch and in front of you ill slap her...the real is back the tru deffinition of a trapper//
Fuck you might be a gurl...from now on ill call ya susie...ya faker than da first 2 Star Wars movies...killed ya on dat lyricalness what da fuck you gon do?...sue me//
You now have offically enconterd da best...got A+ in Hip Hop...fuck am i saying i fucking founded da test...ya gurl left you 4 me cause she said ya dick was as small as this text//
Fuck im fed up with all this money im makeing...tradmarked da hocky masktm so niggaz started calling me Jason...AZ dickryder...but ya still a fucking pawn in his nation//
ETELL GOT THAT DAT MAKE YA SEE WELL
AND HAVE NIGGAS CLAM UP LIKE A SEASHELL
