ur all wank! buncha whore skanks/
frauds who talk more, fink skills accord to wots stored in da bank//
im raw wida shank, draw swords on ya manz/
course war lords bore four for da thankz//
So pranks r what i pull when Rad blows by,
ur nothing but rotting when this tank takes lives,
I arrive like a sky dive always speedy, i make an entrance
My repetuaire takes action n removes men like dentures
*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*
Edited 1 times. Last edit at 11/24/07 02:32PM by Radikulus.
av u eva spat a decent flow in ya life/
got blokes sayin ye ur dope but thats a joke n a lie//
so cum on open ur eyes, drop da mic n leav it to those not jus hopin to rhyme/
but dudes hu can actually spit a decent bar n can cope wid da climb//
Do u even know the concept of this? u gotta use the word or summat tht rhymes with wht i said. Like wht i did wi urs: '...thankz' then my first bit: 'Pranks...'
i dont giv a fuk wot u fink iv gota do or wot im meant ta/
stamp this camp 'champ' fi rampin n sen im his grandads dentures//
still attached to the mandible. handle this damaged package lyk an animal/
i eat emcees. ur weak. im a fukin cannibal//
Like Hannibal lecter intellectual coz i lecture cats,
on how to snap back when fags talk on gats,
Make them react to chat like black Marshall Mathers,
On tracks i smash n crack skulls with words like hammers
call me da court marshall, handle suspect packages n parcels/
blast u arseholes n harm ya hard, stamp pon ya palms n metatarsels//
break ya hands n take ya grands, u faggots r da fakest manz/
il rape ya nan. mate i dnt care, im a fukin crazy and WOT
knock at ur door dont wanna open it
ur lifes in my hands and still im holdin it
mans move to me know i'll disolve em quick
come to my face and i'll run the roads
when i move in the scene blud know dat im cold in it
yes shut ur mouth yeh just hold ur lip
dont promote gun talk dont roll wid da sticks
gun shots heard in the street blud wont be holdin it