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fabstarr aka fabo
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du hast nix außer scheiße im schädel kind!
you said your rap's tight# you said you was the mack
you said you was gutter# and i caught that rat
i'm the boss on tracks# you're just soft and wack
my glock will blast# a whole through your f*ckin' head
you ain't nothin' but a baby# better go to bed
you wanna get rich with rap# but your flow is wack
i got them fours and gats# i got some coke and crack
I'm like the wolf# you some pig#i'll blow that fag
everything said
you said your rap's tight# you said you was the mack
you said you was gutter# and i caught that rat
i'm the boss on tracks# you're just soft and wack
my glock will blast# a whole through your f*ckin' head
you ain't nothin' but a baby# better go to bed
you wanna get rich with rap# but your flow is wack
i got them fours and gats# i got some coke and crack
I'm like the wolf# you some pig#i'll blow that fag
everything said
PitSchBlack
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ich bin wolf!
aber ich stimme dir sonst zu, ps: der part is besser als alles was oben steht!
@ verfasser des themas: weniger "du bist schlecht, ich bin der beste"-battle-kram, mehr storytelling!
peace
Y-MACK RVA
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@ JonasD
2 Tips:
1.: Laß Deinen kleinen Bruder nicht Deine "Texte" schreiben
2.: Laß Dich begraben
2 Tips:
1.: Laß Deinen kleinen Bruder nicht Deine "Texte" schreiben
2.: Laß Dich begraben
fabstarr aka fabo
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Original geschrieben von Ohaa
lutsch mein schwanz hater!@jonas: schreib das nächste mal nen neuen text und schnippel nich' irgendwas aus'm freetypethread zusammen
Original geschrieben von fabstarr aka fabo
@jonas: schreib das nächste mal nen neuen text und schnippel nich' irgendwas aus'm freetypethread zusammen
lol ja man ich hater, thx..
bist der erstee der mich so genannt hat..
jonasD:
du solltest dir mal texte von einigen andren (kamikazaa, karaeil, mir, shizzm usw)
hier durchlesen und daraus lernen.
außerdem beweist du mit lines wie "ich nehm dein girl" einfach,
was für krasse komplexe du hast und wie unfähig du
bist, sex und liebe als wunder zu begreifen.
du solltest dir mal texte von einigen andren (kamikazaa, karaeil, mir, shizzm usw)
hier durchlesen und daraus lernen.
außerdem beweist du mit lines wie "ich nehm dein girl" einfach,
was für krasse komplexe du hast und wie unfähig du
bist, sex und liebe als wunder zu begreifen.
naja, bei deinen eltern war s nur n quickie, oder?
oder dein leiblicher vater hat zu deinem richtigen
vater gesagt "ich nehme dein girl mal kurz, fikkke die
***** und geb sie dir danach dann wieder, wann ich
mit ihrem löchlein fertig bin".
anders kann ich mir deinen post nicht erklären.
oder dein leiblicher vater hat zu deinem richtigen
vater gesagt "ich nehme dein girl mal kurz, fikkke die
***** und geb sie dir danach dann wieder, wann ich
mit ihrem löchlein fertig bin".
anders kann ich mir deinen post nicht erklären.
Wie ist das bitte fair bewerten ich rappe auf Englisch:
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a ****ed up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And ain't shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person Don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not?
Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
**** it, you only live once you might as well die now
It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the ****ing head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
**** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a ****ed up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And ain't shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person Don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not?
Blow your brain out
I'm blowing mine out
**** it, you only live once you might as well die now
It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I'm standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the ****ing head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
**** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
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