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I Nasty I Man, now we know you aint real. There's only one man who ever said he had a chance against 50 cent. Get my feel? That's Fat Joe. You sort of remind me of him. Talking of snails you fatass. When you move its like in slow mo. Next thing I know you'll be claiming to have killed death row. Man, you're a clown and you really put on a good show. But you aint real. Take off the red nose, fake hair, and retard boots and you're just a regular p***y. We know you're not a real emcee so don't go taking your period out on me. And don't go thinking you're amazing. There's no niqqas round here that you phasing so just change your name now before someone actually does come round with guns blazing.
use ya common cents; cut that cheap talk out
I murder by the block; don't get ya whole street chalked out
brief warm spouts of heat come from out my teeth
in the form of words. On top of the world; you're beneath my feet
that makes ya life dirt cheap for me end; not one penny spent
you ride the nuts of 50 cent; I respect those many men
who wished the death upon him. Don't let me bring the west up on in
100 bloods; 100 thugs that don't give 1 ********, but they proned to sin
Im goin in, no lemme take it back; Im goin off again
all my bars come from off the top; Im trynna dodge the pen(pin)
I'll opt to end simple men who talk from where they duck they tails
they can tell I still got a deep flow even in my dry spell
it's only fair to tell you clowns Im suffering from writers block
but you still picked the wrong time; I guess I gotta right ya clocks |
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 1:48 pm
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I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time.
you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up?
no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!"
this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot
dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop
DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red
cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said
its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh
breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words
and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds
like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground
give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up
type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub
im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out
and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out
i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid
or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is
you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient
let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent |
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:14 am
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S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent
I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps
All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps
Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation?
Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation
Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t
Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic
Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic
If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted
Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good
Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods
No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree
Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely
Because good rappers like me, need no introduction
Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction
Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat
I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget
Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret
Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked
I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect
Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect. |
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 12:50 pm
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Youn Flo S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation? Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely Because good rappers like me, need no introduction Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect.
you talkin out the a** wit a d**k up it; Im tired of that ******** s**t
several days on vaca and this is all you could come up ******** it. It's an upset. Let the Tech cause an uproar
one more one false move and you done for
trail blazing; gun tour. Get tickets then shot where you sittin
I got bars all day; you like the hours when folks visit
drop you like a bad habit; quit it. Youn still on his can't flow
heard you get played like a banjo on the knee of a tramp hoe
I shed light like candles on niggas who lost their way
shoot atchu movie style for trynna act out. Watch me black out like I lost some days.
My hunger pays. I spit wild like in my younger days
I got drive; grease lightning; ask ya girl how my thunder tastes
she give me wonder face. I make that "no wonder" face
if I was as weak as you I'd wife her too. Youn disgrace
what the hay? Somebodys been rummaging thru my rhyme book
right when he thought his punchlines was tight I hit em wit a right hook
get ya life took for treasons beyond a reasonable doubt
Been told these niggas I've done it all; you'll just have to learn how to do without
as of lately I been in a losing drought; only wins.
You talk a lotta huff and puff but in the end it's only wind
yiu bitchin, pissed and pitchin s**t about some s**t to the 5th degree
sorry, wasn't listening. Bustin bullets whistlin like missing teeth
getcha beef eatin in these cold streets. Best hold heat
like some pot holders. Glock holstered. Strapped; girbaud briefs |
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:55 am
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S0_Amazing Youn Flo S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation? Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely Because good rappers like me, need no introduction Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect. you talkin out the a** wit a d**k up it; Im tired of that ******** s**t several days on vaca and this is all you could come up ******** it. It's an upset. Let the Tech cause an uproar one more one false move and you done for trail blazing; gun tour. Get tickets then shot where you sittin I got bars all day; you like the hours when folks visit drop you like a bad habit; quit it. Youn still on his can't flow heard you get played like a banjo on the knee of a tramp hoe I shed light like candles on niggas who lost their way shoot atchu movie style for trynna act out. Watch me black out like I lost some days. My hunger pays. I spit wild like in my younger days I got drive; grease lightning; ask ya girl how my thunder tastes she give me wonder face. I make that "no wonder" face if I was as weak as you I'd wife her too. Youn disgrace what the hay? Somebodys been rummaging thru my rhyme book right when he thought his punchlines was tight I hit em wit a right hook get ya life took for treasons beyond a reasonable doubt Been told these niggas I've done it all; you'll just have to learn how to do without as of lately I been in a losing drought; only wins. You talk a lotta huff and puff but in the end it's only wind yiu bitchin, pissed and pitchin s**t about some s**t to the 5th degree sorry, wasn't listening. Bustin bullets whistlin like missing teeth getcha beef eatin in these cold streets. Best hold heat like some pot holders. Glock holstered. Strapped; girbaud briefs
Sleepin on the rap game cuz all yall niggas bore me
stop tryna rap ghetto cuz its the same old story
guns, drugs and domination like yall niggas hitler
yet you still laughing at lil cartoons, go figure
why go hard like you live on these broke a** streets
like you know the feeling of having a bed with no sheets
nikka please, oh i forgot bout how u rap so u can get da cheese
and this dumb s**t be spreading like a ******** disease
youn flo got that calm lil flow like a river
my flow like a tsunami; call it killer
S0 Amazing got a no flow
when you hear him "oh no"
no one would come to his show
hurt his feelings like a low blow |
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:23 am
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S0_Amazing Youn Flo S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation? Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely Because good rappers like me, need no introduction Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect. you talkin out the a** wit a d**k up it; Im tired of that ******** s**t several days on vaca and this is all you could come up wit? ******** it. It's an upset. Let the Tech cause an uproar one more one false move and you done for trail blazing; gun tour. Get tickets then shot where you sittin I got bars all day; you like the hours when folks visit drop you like a bad habit; quit it. Youn still on his can't flow heard you get played like a banjo on the knee of a tramp hoe I shed light like candles on niggas who lost their way shoot atchu movie style for trynna act out. Watch me black out like I lost some days. My hunger pays. I spit wild like in my younger days I got drive; grease lightning; ask ya girl how my thunder tastes she give me wonder face. I make that "no wonder" face if I was as weak as you I'd wife her too. Youn disgrace what the hay? Somebodys been rummaging thru my rhyme book right when he thought his punchlines was tight I hit em wit a right hook get ya life took for treasons beyond a reasonable doubt Been told these niggas I've done it all; you'll just have to learn how to do without as of lately I been in a losing drought; only wins. You talk a lotta huff and puff but in the end it's only wind yiu bitchin, pissed and pitchin s**t about some s**t to the 5th degree sorry, wasn't listening. Bustin bullets whistlin like missing teeth getcha beef eatin in these cold streets. Best hold heat like some pot holders. Glock holstered. Strapped; girbaud briefs
The only thing my d**k is up is your girls big a**
She wonders how i make her booty jiggle so fast
Your on some nonsense im never on a can't flow
Im Youn Flo, my rhymes are always on the go
Always on patrol, not a cowboy but we can square dance
Step up to me and i'll have you sent home in an ambulance
Cant handle these hands, im like a younger maywheather
Slaughterhouse rap champ, i can win through any endeavor
Amazing thinks he's popping i say his shits weak
Your the one that should've take off for a week
Make it a month in fact, actually don't ever come back
Nobody wants to hear your lyrics because we think it whack
I'll kill this cat, everyone knows my flow is a lyrical instrument
This guy just can't make the cut your s**t is insufficient
You lost some days? You need to lose a life
I'd take it away but you never had one, he's useless, full of hype
Amazin and all the other shitty rappers can get off my tip
However his chick can stay on because she loves to lick my d**k
Flo is so sick it puts all your rhymes in a quarantine
Lyrics are epic like a character death in your favorite movie scene
This is embarrassing, might as well end this losers suffering
He can't take me or my flow, both of us are hustling
Youn Flo is something that he will never be
When i end him my gun shaft will be the last thing he ever sees. |
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:27 am
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Dee the Poet S0_Amazing Youn Flo S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation? Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely Because good rappers like me, need no introduction Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect. you talkin out the a** wit a d**k up it; Im tired of that ******** s**t several days on vaca and this is all you could come up wit? ******** it. It's an upset. Let the Tech cause an uproar one more one false move and you done for trail blazing; gun tour. Get tickets then shot where you sittin I got bars all day; you like the hours when folks visit drop you like a bad habit; quit it. Youn still on his can't flow heard you get played like a banjo on the knee of a tramp hoe I shed light like candles on niggas who lost their way shoot atchu movie style for trynna act out. Watch me black out like I lost some days. My hunger pays. I spit wild like in my younger days I got drive; grease lightning; ask ya girl how my thunder tastes she give me wonder face. I make that "no wonder" face if I was as weak as you I'd wife her too. Youn disgrace what the hay? Somebodys been rummaging thru my rhyme book right when he thought his punchlines was tight I hit em wit a right hook get ya life took for treasons beyond a reasonable doubt Been told these niggas I've done it all; you'll just have to learn how to do without as of lately I been in a losing drought; only wins. You talk a lotta huff and puff but in the end it's only wind yiu bitchin, pissed and pitchin s**t about some s**t to the 5th degree sorry, wasn't listening. Bustin bullets whistlin like missing teeth getcha beef eatin in these cold streets. Best hold heat like some pot holders. Glock holstered. Strapped; girbaud briefs Sleepin on the rap game cuz all yall niggas bore me stop tryna rap ghetto cuz its the same old story guns, drugs and domination like yall niggas hitler yet you still laughing at lil cartoons, go figure why go hard like you live on these broke a** streets like you know the feeling of having a bed with no sheets nikka please, oh i forgot bout how u rap so u can get da cheese and this dumb s**t be spreading like a ******** disease youn flo got that calm lil flow like a river my flow like a tsunami; call it killer S0 Amazing got a no flow when you hear him "oh no" no one would come to his show hurt his feelings like a low blow
My bad i didn't see poets post before me lol
Who is this homo? I don't know
Trying to diss me in the slaughter house he needs to go
Not welcome in these parts my rap is artistic
Your talentless you have a problem call it autistic
My flow is authentic its original your just a loser
Not even a poet i call you a poser
Come any closer and ill proceed to kill
You talk s**t i empty the clip do we have a deal?
On the real you not even in the same league as me
Im regal your illegal go back to your own country
Youn Flo is the freestyle king you niggas are just pawns
I give you more hits than a home run call it barry bonds
You think that was ill it was just a free trial
Welcome to the slaughterhouse we are a death toll on speed dial |
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:58 am
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Dee the Poet S0_Amazing Youn Flo S0_Amazing I Nasty I Haha, I don't die nuts but I got respect for good rap. You find my disrespect and you gone have a mishap. Don't diss 50 if you got common sense. If you'd been in his place you woulda been stabbed to death cuz you aint worth 50 cents. And anyways you shouldn't be talking bout others too. They aint you so you don't know what they're gonna do. I'm east coast niqqa so don't talk about the west. Where'd biggie and 50 come from? Ya, that's right, we got the best. You're always in a dry spell. Alone and in your basement is where you dwell. Get outa your basement and go somewhere. You can't block what was never there. Oh, I didn't mean to bring your imaginary d**k into this thing. But you can't escape that fact with bling. You aint got no balls so don't bother sayin junk. Like another p***y, I'll put you in the car, put you in the trunk. Then push it off a cliff into the hard ground. It was empty at your funeral. Not a sound. Cuz you quiffed all over this p***y a** rhyme. Claimin to be in a slump as an excuse and wasting my time. you know how when some niggas suck you just want them to shut the ******** up? no clever words to butter him up, just simply "shut the ******** up!" this time you ******** up like broken clocks. dont get you in whole shot dead a** ya flow bombs; im just waitin for you to drop DROP dead before the shells leave you metal hot red cause the RIGHT shot'll leave you remaining silent like what cops said its not lead, just words. dont make me STEEL on you; Pittsburgh breath easy like clean air. you get scared when i use big words and try to flip em around like "idk man, that s**t just sounds like either he's really smart or he's.." too late, two shots; you hit the ground give a pound like im being shown love by my big dawgs on some grown-up type deal. on the real, you claimin lion, but you a loan cub im zoned up; dont make me ******** around and zone out and have everything you ever thought about me on the ground blown out i get it poppin like a bone out the socket. dont get socked kid or have me jam the cannon down ya throat like 50's c**k is you not sick, but like a doctor i still opporate; be patient let's hope you're just fakin and your shitty raps are blatent I swear i'll eat you rappers like Mickey D's snack wraps All of your best lines are just full of my table scraps Crap rap, did you have fun while i was on vacation? Quit hesitating, i'm back to resume decimation Cuz my flow is shocking like a hd full of static s**t Not a show i'm a lightning storm your looking like a statistic Lyrics are spastic, your rhymes are mild and mine a sadistic If they feening for my s**t then that means they addicted Its simplistic, the crowd knows when it's you it's never good Quiet when i mention your name like a tree that falls in the woods No ones around. My rap is yours to the 5th degree Numerically Youn Flo crushes anyone absolutely Because good rappers like me, need no introduction Next generation, call me hip hop's reproduction Cataclysmic flow, to me your nothing more than a minor threat I'm an F major, Youn Flo is a name you will never forget Not talking about military but battling me is one thing you'll regret Stand up to a giant and he won't stop until everything is wrecked I'll take you all down and just name it cause and effect Flo is the hierarchy of rap so bow down and show me respect. you talkin out the a** wit a d**k up it; Im tired of that ******** s**t several days on vaca and this is all you could come up ******** it. It's an upset. Let the Tech cause an uproar one more one false move and you done for trail blazing; gun tour. Get tickets then shot where you sittin I got bars all day; you like the hours when folks visit drop you like a bad habit; quit it. Youn still on his can't flow heard you get played like a banjo on the knee of a tramp hoe I shed light like candles on niggas who lost their way shoot atchu movie style for trynna act out. Watch me black out like I lost some days. My hunger pays. I spit wild like in my younger days I got drive; grease lightning; ask ya girl how my thunder tastes she give me wonder face. I make that "no wonder" face if I was as weak as you I'd wife her too. Youn disgrace what the hay? Somebodys been rummaging thru my rhyme book right when he thought his punchlines was tight I hit em wit a right hook get ya life took for treasons beyond a reasonable doubt Been told these niggas I've done it all; you'll just have to learn how to do without as of lately I been in a losing drought; only wins. You talk a lotta huff and puff but in the end it's only wind yiu bitchin, pissed and pitchin s**t about some s**t to the 5th degree sorry, wasn't listening. Bustin bullets whistlin like missing teeth getcha beef eatin in these cold streets. Best hold heat like some pot holders. Glock holstered. Strapped; girbaud briefs Sleepin on the rap game cuz all yall niggas bore me stop tryna rap ghetto cuz its the same old story guns, drugs and domination like yall niggas hitler yet you still laughing at lil cartoons, go figure why go hard like you live on these broke a** streets like you know the feeling of having a bed with no sheets nikka please, oh i forgot bout how u rap so u can get da cheese and this dumb s**t be spreading like a ******** disease youn flo got that calm lil flow like a river my flow like a tsunami; call it killer S0 Amazing got a no flow when you hear him "oh no" no one would come to his show hurt his feelings like a low blow
you ain't hear ignant yet. You p***y; flo get him wet
has to be talkin out the a** when dumb s**t like this is said
not too fond of love but this Jane is what Ima Marry
I'm curious, dee... Seriously, didn't you die already?
You can't kill me; you tried already. Got drive; no chevy
and youn, I ain't forgot about that p***y yet; his flow heavy
but he ain't blood. Slaughtered his whole House, but he ain't us
tried again in the lions den. An unlined attempt; me ain't budge
boy I get twisted like three fingers, but Im best with my thumbs
cause all I do is count money and c**k hammers. But I don't do that, huh?
Im a Bankhead *****. ***** where the ******** you from again?
Now watch it quiet for 2 more days while everybody playin dumb again |
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 6:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 10:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:23 am
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S0_Amazing Okay now I'm about to go off. Get ya life CANCELLED n***a; Ima bout to SHOW-OFF all I do is pop and peel; Im a pack of zoloff's I'm out the wild wild west, n***a; I'm about that no laws! Punchline-defended. Bout to rip it; don't get to'(tore) off I'm bout to go mo off like the sides of a Mohawk y'all just call me s0_amazing aka "he ain't got no flaws" no jaws; hold ya lip just like ya girl deepthroats a d**k slaughter houses and padded rooms; fact is, dude, you know he's sick call me something crazy. I'll ******** ya girl dumb lazy she rode me all the while I blowed it down sumthin crazy I won't mention ya name, B. You niggas sweet like sady yall niggas dont roll wit me but your joke raps slay me
It's Youn Flo the lion you don't wanna hear me roar
If i let my gun talk it'll leave your whole body sore
This ***** got a mohawk thinks he a rock star
I'll kill him and his whole crew without using bars
I'd take him with my bear arms, even tho im a lion
I'm not talking about hands, rhymes are talking about riding
Down his block and end his rap route
86ing his a** is what its all about
My flow is heavyweight its off the scale
Amazing is frail, gets b***h made in jail
They call me Youn Flo the owner of SA town
Next time your in Texas don't even think about coming around. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:00 am
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Youn Flo S0_Amazing Okay now I'm about to go off. Get ya life CANCELLED n***a; Ima bout to SHOW-OFF all I do is pop and peel; Im a pack of zoloff's I'm out the wild wild west, n***a; I'm about that no laws! Punchline-defended. Bout to rip it; don't get to'(tore) off I'm bout to go mo off like the sides of a Mohawk y'all just call me s0_amazing aka "he ain't got no flaws" no jaws; hold ya lip just like ya girl deepthroats a d**k slaughter houses and padded rooms; fact is, dude, you know he's sick call me something crazy. I'll ******** ya girl dumb lazy she rode me all the while I blowed it down sumthin crazy I won't mention ya name, B. You niggas sweet like sady yall niggas dont roll wit me but your joke raps slay me It's Youn Flo the lion you don't wanna hear me roar If i let my gun talk it'll leave your whole body sore This ***** got a mohawk thinks he a rock star I'll kill him and his whole crew without using bars I'd take him with my bear arms, even tho im a lion I'm not talking about hands, rhymes are talking about riding Down his block and end his rap route 86ing his a** is what its all about My flow is heavyweight its off the scale Amazing is frail, gets b***h made in jail They call me Youn Flo the owner of SA town Next time your in Texas don't even think about coming around.
why you talkin wreckless? all my ex's live in texas
love-less, lawless, but ya brawd is sendin me pics naked
text it over to my homie. the head she give is mindblowing
get outta line and bullets flyin'll leave parts of your mind showing
i be goin in; you not allowed to go where i'ma go
on some inny minni miney moe; i'll tag this lion by the toe
smack off his smirk look so he can show yall how hurt look
mohawk shawty; but i'll show you how that desert bird looks
i'm on ya roof like birds, hoofs, and ya uncle jack
you'd prolly help him off, but you aint catch all of that
you'd help ya uncle jack off. you nasty, *****, like a bad cough
my flows be filled wit so much dope i'm like "how im spose to get all that off?"
told ya girl to take the bag off; we dun ********, i can look at her
how she use her jaws should be against the law; throw the book at her |
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