sick.Nigga
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- Registriert
- 10. April 2003
- Beiträge
- 99
Original geschrieben von Strike Da Mic
sick! I made clear that this wasn't a war declaration /
but now you facin' Strike without all his patience /
everyone you frontin' you call a wanna be toller Typ /
you think yo' rhymes greater than mine? Man, none of these bigger //
than my stlyes - everyone's saw it, man, you're paranoid /
you one of that guys that doesn't even see when he gets toy'd /
the only things to front you got is insultin my mother /
nobody likes your style, c'mon, try to develop another //
And who is the "we" in "we call a wannabe"? /
Is it you, your ego, your fubu homies and your stupidity? /
and STILL it seems you think you got the ability to pity me /
you showed your wack style, there's no excuse, no "we will see" //
the pain that'll be bursting, you can't even imagine it in your worst dreams /
you ain't increasing your style, the only thing you do is reversing /
my raps and flow won't let you go, it'll be cursing /
you - you ain't a real rapper, like in the net you are just surfing //
Leave me alone, bitch.
Strike your LINES just a crime against hip-hop RULEZ
your RHYMES sounds like one of ja RULES
so don't SPIT your SHIT in this cypher nobady like YOU
without all day,cause you like gay guyz who dressed with Fubu do YOU?
who you? you just a lil wigga from gangster VILLE
who think there skillz are ILL
come on take tomek and your ass in a LOBY
so I can shoot ya with my twelve gauge SHOTTY
and rock this bullets through your pussys BODY
I'll provide you ghetto bitches two thug CASKETS
I'll rent two hoes who give you fubu to dress WITH
so rot in pieces ghetto BASTARDS