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Subject: Still here nigga what???

Author:
Iron Ghost

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Date Posted: 23:18:25 07/16/01 Mon

nigga fuck yo smith and wess
I rock the glock just to split
yo fuckin chest
bitch you got much lip
its time I killed yo fuckin ego trip

y'all niggaz too ill equipped to even handle my grandmas hollow tips
laced in and out wit ver-bal
make ya do some crazy shit like I was voo doo child

niggas having mad dreams of hearing bitches scream
awake and paranoid cuz the shit aint what it seems

walk the streets cautiously
afraid to start yo car
shit ya pants at talk of me
you can run but not too far

I'm moon and the sunstar
shining everywhere you are
I guess you headed underground

you can rap yo way around the world to china
sample all the finest shit
like shang hai vagina
and hong kong clit

tailor made clothes of the best material
got the stats of a star
wit all the hos you pull
driving euro-chic cars like jaguars and Martins
bentlys and benz
live la dulce vita
surrounded by yo friends

and figure you got me sold
my nigga you thinkin bold
but you will find out as you fold

That I'm relentless
you must got me bent--
this
bullshit
you spittin

my nigga now tell me where its written

that you have half of the will to dust me
you dont possess the skills to even crush me
in a paper bag wit yo best boots

you's like Barney Fife yo ass cant shoot
couldnt hit a fat bitch on roller skates to save yo life
oh thats yo wife and shes headed your way

if I gave you all day
you'd have the time to come up with some great shit to say
maybe you should write a play
yous the modern day
shakespeare here
wit dat drama

for amateurs
this is where they'd talk about yo momma
but I like to change up on the script

lemme show you how I gots the grip
on this
see you throw out a diss
I'm supposed to get pissed
I reply and then you continue to fish

thinkin that we fightin
I'm supposed to constantly keep biting
all the time you work at
critiqing all my writing

I suppose you got the record deals
makin a mil and living well
and here I come to shoot it all to hell
cuz I aint buying that shit you sell

nigga you done failed to move me
you cant prove me to be anything
other than what I am

Thats the god damn muthafuckin thorn in yo side

so fuck with me and I garuntee its verbal suicide

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Subject	Author	Date
dere ya go my nigga	Unknown Assailant	13:23:57 07/18/01 Wed