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Youn Flo THB You know that i run but don't call me the rev I'll run up in yo thighs yea u heard what i said My o my yea we got a pretty body That'd take in my d**k all naughty U hotty but don't get too cocky I'll beat u like rocky and get your lips all sloppy My rhymes make you quake and your whole body shake My meat is what fills yo p***y up call it the great lake. wink
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 3:34 pm
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Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB Scared is not in my vocab. cool my bad.. he's frightened! rofl And your terrified. mad in my own home? neverrr Im pretty sure i own the deed lol. Bring it pirate
who wanna battle for this here noble deed like the crusades?
i go off the top like toupees. on the come-up, son; new day
still leavin out the G. think he spittin gangster rap but he leavin out the G
so, wanksta it's a wrap. did you really think you could do it out like me?
only way i'm movin out is wit my troops and we comin for where you hidin in
skin this cat for lyin then eat his beef at the table in this lion's den |
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 3:43 pm
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S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB Scared is not in my vocab. cool my bad.. he's frightened! rofl And your terrified. mad in my own home? neverrr Im pretty sure i own the deed lol. Bring it pirate who wanna battle for this here noble deed like the crusades? i go off the top like toupees. on the come-up, son; new day still leavin out the G. think he spittin gangster rap but he leavin out the G so, wanksta it's a wrap. did you really think you could do it out like me? only way i'm movin out is wit my troops and we comin for where you hidin in skin this cat for lyin then eat his beef at the table in this lion's den
Call this Flo's ressurrection or Amazing's assassination
Im stripping his rap rights like i signed an emancipation
Did i say Aston? Oops i meant a** TON
Because his lyrics are what i take a PASS ON
I wouldn't even s**t on it he's not worthy of the amounts
Don't use public toilets i'll wait til i get to my own slaughterhouse. |
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 4:35 pm
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Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB Im pretty sure i own the deed lol. Bring it pirate who wanna battle for this here noble deed like the crusades? i go off the top like toupees. on the come-up, son; new day still leavin out the G. think he spittin gangster rap but he leavin out the G so, wanksta it's a wrap. did you really think you could do it out like me? only way i'm movin out is wit my troops and we comin for where you hidin in skin this cat for lyin then eat his beef at the table in this lion's den Call this Flo's ressurrection or Amazing's assassination Im stripping his rap rights like i signed an emancipation Did i say Aston? Oops i meant a** TON Because his lyrics are what i take a PASS ON I wouldn't even s**t on it he's not worthy of the amounts Don't use public toilets i'll wait til i get to my own slaughterhouse.
fat chance. all that mouth jive? save it like the last dance
your futures lookin dark and that's a slap to ya smarts like a back hand
resurrection of imperfection? a long ROAD that's PATHetic
got the real emcee's like "yo, you should kept that flo dead where s0 left it"
i be like "you know how niggas is, can't stand bein schooled like bein picked on bigger kids
so instead of followin rules they play fool and get whipped and abused for not listenin"
that's flo's case. i eat this hoe in whole; hoe cakes
Ast0n Martin s0_ on a roll, b***h; no breaks |
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 5:10 pm
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S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB Im pretty sure i own the deed lol. Bring it pirate who wanna battle for this here noble deed like the crusades? i go off the top like toupees. on the come-up, son; new day still leavin out the G. think he spittin gangster rap but he leavin out the G so, wanksta it's a wrap. did you really think you could do it out like me? only way i'm movin out is wit my troops and we comin for where you hidin in skin this cat for lyin then eat his beef at the table in this lion's den Call this Flo's ressurrection or Amazing's assassination Im stripping his rap rights like i signed an emancipation Did i say Aston? Oops i meant a** TON Because his lyrics are what i take a PASS ON I wouldn't even s**t on it he's not worthy of the amounts Don't use public toilets i'll wait til i get to my own slaughterhouse. fat chance. all that mouth jive? save it like the last dance your futures lookin dark and that's a slap to ya smarts like a back hand resurrection of imperfection? a long ROAD that's PATHetic got the real emcee's like "yo, you should kept that flo dead where s0 left it" i be like "you know how niggas is, can't stand bein schooled like bein picked on bigger kids so instead of followin rules they play fool and get whipped and abused for not listenin" that's flo's case. i eat this hoe in whole; hoe cakes Ast0n Martin s0_ on a roll, b***h; no breaks
Riding with no breaks sets you up for heartbreak collision
Break every bone in his rhyming body im dissing
Disembodying, then i'd send So to the ER
Let my crew operate on him now you know who we are
No need for metaphors i say that i simply beat you
Bought back a piece of So and my home boys said me too
Throw him back in The Lion's Den but next time im not there
You turn around and find the rest of THB standing call it not fair. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 6:56 pm
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Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB Im pretty sure i own the deed lol. Bring it pirate who wanna battle for this here noble deed like the crusades? i go off the top like toupees. on the come-up, son; new day still leavin out the G. think he spittin gangster rap but he leavin out the G so, wanksta it's a wrap. did you really think you could do it out like me? only way i'm movin out is wit my troops and we comin for where you hidin in skin this cat for lyin then eat his beef at the table in this lion's den Call this Flo's ressurrection or Amazing's assassination Im stripping his rap rights like i signed an emancipation Did i say Aston? Oops i meant a** TON Because his lyrics are what i take a PASS ON I wouldn't even s**t on it he's not worthy of the amounts Don't use public toilets i'll wait til i get to my own slaughterhouse. fat chance. all that mouth jive? save it like the last dance your futures lookin dark and that's a slap to ya smarts like a back hand resurrection of imperfection? a long ROAD that's PATHetic got the real emcee's like "yo, you should kept that flo dead where s0 left it" i be like "you know how niggas is, can't stand bein schooled like bein picked on bigger kids so instead of followin rules they play fool and get whipped and abused for not listenin" that's flo's case. i eat this hoe in whole; hoe cakes Ast0n Martin s0_ on a roll, b***h; no breaks Riding with no breaks sets you up for heartbreak collision Break every bone in his rhyming body im dissing Disembodying, then i'd send So to the ER Let my crew operate on him now you know who we are No need for metaphors i say that i simply beat you Bought back a piece of So and my home boys said me too Throw him back in The Lion's Den but next time im not there You turn around and find the rest of THB standing call it not fair.
it AIN'T fair how Ast0n open up a new lane there
and ride on ya crew. they say "flo hopped on a plane scared!
that lame there couldn't stick around while his crew got kicked around!"
by one dude; son who cruise by movin stick shift around
Three Hoe Bitches who don't do s**t, but d**k around
that's a** play. gay i swear. catch em in my crosshairs then spit a round |
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:39 am
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Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground.
servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel
foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go
had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know
forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers
i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers
you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general
murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal |
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:56 am
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S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground. keep shining in that box, let's see how far ya light travels servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:53 pm
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Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground. keep shining in that box, let's see how far ya light travels servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol.
i feel you, but feel me. i take that back, you can't touch me
unlucky for you i gave a ******** earlier, but now i gotta re-up, G
stuffy nose rappers can't flow, but they mouth run
loose cannon; i spit violent words out my mouth-gun
i'm playin wit you. that was weak, but the only thing lamer is you
they'll read about you in the paper bout how i handle niggas issues
and you were the first victom. talkin slick some, but like stick gum
i'm on ya heels comin for the killand to make you disappear like "where you learn that trick form?" |
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 2:55 pm
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S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground. keep shining in that box, let's see how far ya light travels servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol.i feel you, but feel me. i take that back, you can't touch me unlucky for you i gave a ******** earlier, but now i gotta re-up, G stuffy nose rappers can't flow, but they mouth run loose cannon; i spit violent words out my mouth-gun i'm playin wit you. that was weak, but the only thing lamer is you they'll read about you in the paper bout how i handle niggas issues and you were the first victom. talkin slick some, but like stick gum i'm on ya heels comin for the killand to make you disappear like "where you learn that trick form?"
Go ahead, stick with your sick tricks and s**t s**t spits
Might think it's a newspaper when you witness my hitlist
Your verse was so ignant, I keep my rhymes malignant, yours must've been Shakespearean what with the tragic flow, keep with your cheap tricks, while I do my magic show,
Your flow's perfect heal, my rhymes so ill I dine on pills, so my flow's sick, yeah I said it, go call the paramedics,
Off all the skillz I gat not even half's been shown, and yet you make rhymes that suck, ***** you must be Marvin Stone,
I'm the JFK of rap, givin lines and takin shots, Yao Ming niggas like you gat size in all the wrong spots
I put my s**t on CD, yours is shipped to where songs ROT
But don't beef, 'cause I gat niggas pullin triggas and killin the chillen (children) willin to speak on a feelin during my illegal dealins, so p***y get wheelin, before my clique starts life stealin. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 7:16 pm
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Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground. keep shining in that box, let's see how far ya light travels servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol.i feel you, but feel me. i take that back, you can't touch me unlucky for you i gave a ******** earlier, but now i gotta re-up, G stuffy nose rappers can't flow, but they mouth run loose cannon; i spit violent words out my mouth-gun i'm playin wit you. that was weak, but the only thing lamer is you they'll read about you in the paper bout how i handle niggas issues and you were the first victom. talkin slick some, but like stick gum i'm on ya heels comin for the killand to make you disappear like "where you learn that trick form?"
Go ahead, stick with your sick tricks and s**t s**t spits
Might think it's a newspaper when you witness my hitlist
Your verse was so ignant, I keep my rhymes malignant, yours must've been Shakespearean what with the tragic flow, keep with your cheap tricks, while I do my magic show,
Your flow's perfect heal, my rhymes so ill I dine on pills, so my flow's sick, yeah I said it, go call the paramedics,
Off all the skillz I gat not even half's been shown, and yet you make rhymes that suck, ***** you must be Marvin Stone,
I'm the JFK of rap, givin lines and takin shots, Yao Ming niggas like you gat size in all the wrong spots
I put my s**t on CD, yours is shipped to where songs ROT
But don't beef, 'cause I gat niggas pullin triggas and killin the chillen (children) willin to speak on a feelin during my illegal dealins, so p***y get wheelin, before my clique starts life stealin.
read half way, got half tired of this whack s**t you transpire
roll up n leave em wet like a damp tire for all that storytellin; ******** ya campfire
whoever ain't get it ain't suppose to
prolly those whose closest to you. cause dudes who got a clue oppose you
don't make me ghost you on the account of all that boastin
make me ******** around and keep flowin to see how good y'all is at floatin
sink you for show-boatin, Mr. Trey the Red Rebel
let's see how well you settle for Mrs. Trey the Lead Metal
hot flow like bled devils; serve ya beef on a pitchfork
got more bars than niggas askin new guys "what you in for?" |
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 8:01 pm
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S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Youn Flo THB General The way i spit has got your head spinning Im the brightest light in the box while your just dimming Such a dim wit, while my nuts stay thick Thats why your chick is my next pick to lick a d**k So while your playing around, im winning more rounds Your up next to drown, after i beat you to the ground. keep shining in that box, let's see how far ya light travels servin you cold sentences; hold the mic like a gavel foul ballin; i travel. been to places you will never go had bitches give me head on 4's teaching me s**t you will never know forever glow; glow-ray be on to me for shunnin whack rappers i could do you dirty double and just stunt for you can't act rappers you ain't a general. just a b***h lower than minerals in general murder you by the vivid flows; it's on you if we make em literal
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol.i feel you, but feel me. i take that back, you can't touch me unlucky for you i gave a ******** earlier, but now i gotta re-up, G stuffy nose rappers can't flow, but they mouth run loose cannon; i spit violent words out my mouth-gun i'm playin wit you. that was weak, but the only thing lamer is you they'll read about you in the paper bout how i handle niggas issues and you were the first victom. talkin slick some, but like stick gum i'm on ya heels comin for the killand to make you disappear like "where you learn that trick form?"
Go ahead, stick with your sick tricks and s**t s**t spits
Might think it's a newspaper when you witness my hitlist
Your verse was so ignant, I keep my rhymes malignant, yours must've been Shakespearean what with the tragic flow, keep with your cheap tricks, while I do my magic show,
Your flow's perfect heal, my rhymes so ill I dine on pills, so my flow's sick, yeah I said it, go call the paramedics,
Off all the skillz I gat not even half's been shown, and yet you make rhymes that suck, ***** you must be Marvin Stone,
I'm the JFK of rap, givin lines and takin shots, Yao Ming niggas like you gat size in all the wrong spots
I put my s**t on CD, yours is shipped to where songs ROT
But don't beef, 'cause I gat niggas pullin triggas and killin the chillen (children) willin to speak on a feelin during my illegal dealins, so p***y get wheelin, before my clique starts life stealin.read half way, got half tired of this whack s**t you transpire roll up n leave em wet like a damp tire for all that storytellin; ******** ya campfire whoever ain't get it ain't suppose to prolly those whose closest to you. cause dudes who got a clue oppose you don't make me ghost you on the account of all that boastin make me ******** around and keep flowin to see how good y'all is at floatin sink you for show-boatin, Mr. Trey the Red Rebel let's see how well you settle for Mrs. Trey the Lead Metal hot flow like bled devils; serve ya beef on a pitchfork got more bars than niggas askin new guys "what you in for?"
And so it begins again (XD), we do a little one on one, so you can show off for your friends,
Well don't worry, I brought a den of heat, and it's inhabited by my M O B, yeah, you know me.
I travel where I want to, my stacks reach my height,
Niggas like you only travel when a left hook make you fly right,
So say a wrong word to this man, and ya a**'ll cross the world to Japan,
Where i guess you'll form a plan for when we fight next, but you'll go down on a reflex, so despite your trail, your brains are mixed, chex. Heh.
Ya probably figured that this ****** made some changes to his lyric finger for some dissin, but it won't linger, it'll go missin, 'cause pretty soon I'll freestyle while I'm pissin, then a new flo must be christened, chewin latex, smooth spittin, i see no balls, but you're dribblin on your keyboard, you must be shittin, get the bib, change your diapers, you're too young in the game to ******** with the lyric piper.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 9:57 pm
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Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel S0_Ast0n Trey the Red Rebel
Just shot up, flyin high, never tell where I land
I celebrate by grillin a p***y, hah, so here I am
Ya never could grill one, only dicks felt thy hand
Flippin over the porn games, one hand on the joy stick
And once you came, ya came here to spit ya toy s**t
Feel good 'cause ya gettin recognized by the sloppy hoes
I came to the slaughter house and grilled ******** sloppy joes
Like you, I'm so phat I gat type 2, ya lyrical poor, you wipe shoes with ya rap sheets fa light booze
Lol.i feel you, but feel me. i take that back, you can't touch me unlucky for you i gave a ******** earlier, but now i gotta re-up, G stuffy nose rappers can't flow, but they mouth run loose cannon; i spit violent words out my mouth-gun i'm playin wit you. that was weak, but the only thing lamer is you they'll read about you in the paper bout how i handle niggas issues and you were the first victom. talkin slick some, but like stick gum i'm on ya heels comin for the killand to make you disappear like "where you learn that trick form?"
Go ahead, stick with your sick tricks and s**t s**t spits
Might think it's a newspaper when you witness my hitlist
Your verse was so ignant, I keep my rhymes malignant, yours must've been Shakespearean what with the tragic flow, keep with your cheap tricks, while I do my magic show,
Your flow's perfect heal, my rhymes so ill I dine on pills, so my flow's sick, yeah I said it, go call the paramedics,
Off all the skillz I gat not even half's been shown, and yet you make rhymes that suck, ***** you must be Marvin Stone,
I'm the JFK of rap, givin lines and takin shots, Yao Ming niggas like you gat size in all the wrong spots
I put my s**t on CD, yours is shipped to where songs ROT
But don't beef, 'cause I gat niggas pullin triggas and killin the chillen (children) willin to speak on a feelin during my illegal dealins, so p***y get wheelin, before my clique starts life stealin.read half way, got half tired of this whack s**t you transpire roll up n leave em wet like a damp tire for all that storytellin; ******** ya campfire whoever ain't get it ain't suppose to prolly those whose closest to you. cause dudes who got a clue oppose you don't make me ghost you on the account of all that boastin make me ******** around and keep flowin to see how good y'all is at floatin sink you for show-boatin, Mr. Trey the Red Rebel let's see how well you settle for Mrs. Trey the Lead Metal hot flow like bled devils; serve ya beef on a pitchfork got more bars than niggas askin new guys "what you in for?"
And so it begins again (XD), we do a little one on one, so you can show off for your friends,
Well don't worry, I brought a den of heat, and it's inhabited by my M O B, yeah, you know me.
I travel where I want to, my stacks reach my height,
Niggas like you only travel when a left hook make you fly right,
So say a wrong word to this man, and ya a**'ll cross the world to Japan,
Where i guess you'll form a plan for when we fight next, but you'll go down on a reflex, so despite your trail, your brains are mixed, chex. Heh.
Ya probably figured that this ****** made some changes to his lyric finger for some dissin, but it won't linger, it'll go missin, 'cause pretty soon I'll freestyle while I'm pissin, then a new flo must be christened, chewin latex, smooth spittin, i see no balls, but you're dribblin on your keyboard, you must be shittin, get the bib, change your diapers, you're too young in the game to ******** with the lyric piper.
how i get to the same point only to get left hangin like a lame joint?
don't speak to me bout ballin cause my wrist would be like game point
STAY on point like ace and 10 in 21 blackjack
wit 20 goons that pack gats in the trap like some pack rats
ready to test you for ya cheese like a lab rat
flow sick; disease, plus i'm fresh to death; where's my hazmat?
sutied for this s**t. i'm whose boot you soon to lick
in this tomb, i'm sure you'll fit wit even some room to kick
my ruger's thick. she a bad b***h; let her holla atcha
i can tell you live in squalor, hacker. let's talk money; i'll throw a dollar atcha |
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 11:06 am
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Mm mm mm, was that your comeback?
Not much of a slaughter, felt like a thumb tack!
Though, my flo is so deadly man, REDZ so elite
I spit a rhyme, leave u niggas DEAD on the street
Man, you spilled flo's brains, tried to Acquit by insane
But you ain't crazy, ya failed that lie test,
when groupies flock to hear my best, your rhymes are just a dry mess, but I digress.
You never bested me, your match is met, start some more,
you messed with me, that's what you get, Paramore
yeah, a ***** without relent, don't forget!
Forget what RED SAID
Wind up hot lead dead
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