Edge:
I don’t respect u nice, and so your neck I slice
Than I just sex ya wife, coming with tecks and knifes
U better check the mic, bomb the stage, hit the deck for life
Pic up the cube and eject the dice, prayin for three 6s
Loving the way that alcohol and all the trees mixes
If I don’t get u right away, the knife eventually transfixes
I don’t mean to scare u and just leave u shitless
But I unwrap ya skin, like a gift on Christmas
Cause seeing u dead, is what my eternal bliss is
So next time u leave ya house, make sure to kiss the misses
Lemme see the beat, so I could take my shits and pisses
Like not being malleable, u don’t know what the twist is
So don’t get it twisted, cause even u could get bent too
And nobodys gunna know, to what hood I sent u
GanjaGod24:
I was put on this earth to be a fucking rebel
Guns and blunts, lead to tangos with the devil
As I ignite both, it's hotter than a light bulb
Took a sworn oath, to put the dogs out cold
Add the knife to your throat, then divide your head
Throw you over my boat, so you won't rise from the dead
Just stole a red car, now I'm going to Vegas
Doing a 100 on the tar, to be rich and famous
There can't be cause, without the effect
An outlaw to the grave, I stand erect.
When I get arrested, they give me visiting rights
Mary Jane protested, she took me back to those hazy nights
Got life in jail for the man I decapitated
Dig a hole in the wall with a spoon to get emancipated
On the run again, only weapons a fucking pen
Bring you to a zoo, trap you in the lion's den
If they don't tear you up, my saw will
Just killed Phil now I'm chasin you down the hill
My massacre is finished, the murdering is over
After I bag your body parts, I throw you over the cliffs of dover
Bullet Boy:
watch your ass gasp from hurtful exasperation
these fags facin elimination by verbal assination
its a shame when an lame has an active imagination
beat me, battlin ya can gimme wackness contamination
you still piss in da bed and need plastic mattress lamination
your mad n shaken cause you got no right to hold mics
u got no life, you shouldnt of won a sole fight, on gold mic
you got no hype and you flow n write weak and defensenless
im lyrically relentless, my sentences will beat you senseless
yo defeat commences cause your usin a wack flow
in fact you, you couldnt spit if you were chewin tabacco
you crack ho, just no show you know i show no pity
ill lay you flat on yo chest like a ho wit no titties
no really, im not here to kill or hurt your spirits
but you need a sign that reads will work for lyrics
your first appearence on g mic was weak wit no style
now, finish reading yo worse defeatand then delete yo profile