by Marsh devileny » Apr 19th, '08, 14:59
Jesus; what the f*** is you thinking? this lycril execution for your brain, I’m bring
Yep! I checked your page, Yep! I checked your lines
Nope! you ant never, ever gone get signed,
Yo your foggy line's weak; you can hardly harm me, (B****)
Let alone speak,
Wait! Wait!
Now I may be wrong, though on the mic; dude... you sound like a dike in a thong (You suck d***) And let face fact’s bro, I could murder you on wax,
Better be better, even better the weather, rainnnnnnnnnnnnn man
Little fagot!
Everyone know's you rap son
but you keep talking, and I'll rap your Jonson
Cuz I be living the life; you wish had, on the mic, I flow iller than cancer
Can't you see?
Ant no one gone buy that s*** that you blabber,
you ant no real emcce, more like belly dancer, tryna come on to me
So F*** your 28, you ant worth my while,
I’ma leave it like that... and let you indorse my rhyme
You ant the king of s*** b****! your just another sh***y rapper
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Marsh devileny on Apr 21st, '08, 15:08, edited 4 times in total.