| Subject: yo ill do this thing, here is my rhyme |
Author:
Icy Vyne
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Date Posted: 11:22:34 12/14/02 Sat
In reply to:
web gm
's message, "Re: Peep this an tell me what you think" on 16:00:07 12/13/02 Fri
im bout to flip you the birdy,
cuz i ass fuck ya mom in her early 30's,
what you say will never hurt me,
you ask me what should i expect?
i dont know what should i expect,
from a brain defect,
you aint got no intellect,
an when i write down my dialect,
you better put it in retrospect,
with those rhymes ya steppin behind enemy lines,
all you sendin me is lies,
what lies behind my eyes is a skitso's mind,
in a second i can turn from kind to evil,
so now i can bring O.J. Simpsons murda a sequal,
why try when you know im gonna defeat you,
you can recite as much as you like,
but i got the barb wire round ya neck, an im pullin it tight,
i got a gun an i dont need laser sight,
cuz when you see my barrel you run in fright,
aint got no might jus a mic,
pick it up an bust a fight,
ya rhymes gonna rust tonight,
ya damn right im trash,
i'm fuckin ya mom in the ass,
an when ya dad asks, ima inject his veins wit gas,
i'll be holdin glass slashin ya ass till you have open gashes,
beat you wit a diaper, till you get stuck wit rashes,
we all know the way you gonna go,
its to bad you had to choose the gay road,
so who's lyrics are perfect?,
these spirits will burst shit,
an you think you got a big dick,
yo shit so small it look like clit lips,
you be jackin off with ya finger tips,
you need to be a retreata,
or you gonna view the tools i use to beat ya,
now you screwed like a 4 way philips,
you need to go around and store away real tips,
i'm shootin bloods an killin cryps,
cuz im a blood cryp keepa,
i'll find you with my bitch seeka,
each bullet from my pistol,
hits you like a missle,
i walk away slowly an whistle,
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