You can wear a vest if you want, I dont aim for your abdominal
Put holes in ya squad and have bodies droppin like dominos
I drop bombs like Osama so dont be actin all comical
You and ya baby mama dont want no drama so vamanos
There aint a need for that hatin
I'll fuck you up in ways that cant even be fixed with a surgical operation
If you comin then you need to stop waitin, keep debatin,
My click'll enter ya city and lower the population
In one breath the war is brief
Yall just like the samalians, you really cant afford the beef
So shook you cant afford to sleep
And been husslin for years but you still cant afford to eat
And I could buy out three stores a week, I just sit on my wealth
Doctor says should consider my health,
But I got guns that just sit on my shelf
Thas so big that the sound of the click-clack a make you shit on ya self

get at me

yo! go on Lyricstalk grime Mandem Page and Drop a 16 U've got quality's mate! we cud need someone like you :D

Wht u no about me i dont wear a vest, i protest,
u neglect ur bars like u left em for death,
Ur words arent the best bitch u been watching too long,
Ur story's worn torn ur breaths harsh n gone.
U talk real tough like ur projects devout,
u spout scripts to hits but ur shits ran south,
Aint no skill instilled inside of u,
U get cheated, missionary got sniper killed,
I spy ya still tryin to find a pill,
To spill bitches chests n make em grow still
But i grill motherfuckers thrice round and fill,
U up 3 times as i pound down like tricycle,
Im slight to the bill u aint never gonna see me,
Body built to the tee a fresh shadow baby,
Im a lady so vacate the premises near me,
Ima vendetta on legs to detonise shadily.
Im crazily dooming, this storms on the horizon,
Kindly cut u up like chorizo spit dope to decide when,
Fools jump up claiming they fit to fight me,
I simply put em down like mongrels, so come try me B.

holla bk ye, alls jus in th name of battling, nothin serious x

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

I aint gotta know about u, all I know is aggression
I dont hear ya protestin, just projection from da weapon
a vest wont change a thing, I aint gone hit ya chest
even if I miss ya head, umma hit ya neck
um trigga happy and viscious, grew up actin mallicious
u like goin for swims, I'll put you back wit da fishes
murderous, started slow but now um gainin mad power,
cause that cocked 45'll turn ya brains to clam chowder
when the beef is on, I dont start, but I finish it
cause niggaz choke artists, like fuckin chad pennington
um out then um in again, you a freak
I'll have you in da telly, gettin turned out by dominicans
fuck a clean start, I was born without my innocence
call me a bad boy, cause um all about my benjamins
hit church, I'll repent again
say a prayer then be out, tell the lord I'll come back when I sin again
til then, I move packs like a pelican
keep it real, never fuck wit rats like an elephant
ya flow is irrelevant
if rappin means gettin payed and gettin laid, then you broke and you celebate
um solo, oh no hell of a clan,
just a man wit big guns and a hell of a plan
you betta hear what um tellin u man
this mossberg'll leave ya body pon da river like elephant man

haha just fuckin around...spit something serious so we can get started...ur the best I've seen up here so far, so I know you got better



Edited 1 times. Last edit at 01/03/08 04:48AM by Young Krakk.

When i step to the stage ya all stood cowering,
When i catch ya faces trust theyre all screwed glowering,
My skills overpowering, n u know the flow,
I spit Antartic, hence why u froze,
Catch a blow, Chronic, im on it when i throw,
These bars like Sars i send em on n watch u choke,
Opponents grown lethargic comparable to me they've stopped,
I recharge the beat largely cuz am too hot to fall off,
Too rock to be rap, too wrapped in beef to not rock,
N when i drop rap its ur teeth my lines knock,
Jaws that i pop with glocks metaphorically,
To shock i spit bullets n have u begging comically,
Ur anatomy tells a different truth to what u spread,
We all recognise that that aint a dick between ur legs,
Ur dead, departure close, in this game theres no jokes,
Ur throats begging to get slit n produce a new ghost,
Coast to Coast i roll, shit, ur yet to leave home,
How u boast ur reps grown when u still ride low,
I expose ur phoniness n have u fearing ur life,
Patrolling hoods deep, i'll even joust wi th wife,
Strike down n smite, simple, im out wiv a knife,
Sights on a player who suggest his games tight,
I fight n seek as flaws seep from ur persona,
My evil side reep, opponents asleep ina coma,
A rise in male donors, the body's kept intact
But if the patient need a brain tht was lost on impact,
See motherfuckas need direction n im receiving they words,
Couple rounds from this heat got him all over his girl,
His pearly white spine peeping from the stump in this neck,
Bitch crying, keep whining ima blast on her next,
If u step to Rad then ur destined to get gunned,
Machine gun; desperate, combination'll stun,
Reduce lifespans remove eyes n tounges,
When i spit ya get licked watch u foam, u cant run.
Its nasty, messy, i'll take away ur whole identity,
Im blessy on my ones, trust this life aint elementary,
So when ur gonna rush, shove I retaliate merrily,
Cock back squeeze, leave u headless in a cemetary.

Lol can u tell i really tried wi this one, i think im gettin a bit better.
What u saying
x

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*



Edited 5 times. Last edit at 06/04/08 09:31PM by Radikulus.